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Slave Training 101 WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART DOMINATION, AND BUTT CRUSHING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Mistress Valentines’ Booty Slave Training. It pained me to read those words, swaying with my own mistresses hips. She had me pinned to the waistline of her yoga pants, right next to her phone. Damn these pants for not having pockets! I held on for dear life to them, as did they to me. On slip and I fall 50 feet to my death. A slip in the other direction and I meet another horrible fate...being face to face with my Mistresses ass. It pains me to say she used to be my girlfriend. Amanda. She was blonde, bodacious, and bootyfull. No, I didn’t misspell beautiful. I meant bootyfull. I always gave her compliments on it, smacked it, hoping to make her happy. One night, she took notice. “Can I get a kiss, big boy?” she asked me. I smiled, spooning her from behind. Big boy was our little nickname...I couldn’t believe she used to only be 2 heads shorter than me! Now she’s a goddam skyscraper. I leaned in to peck her cheek...wrong cheeks. She slowly guided my face towards her butt. I was SO TURNED ON! Then: BBBLLLLLLAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTT! I don’t remember what happened after that. I think I laughed at her or something. All that I can recall was her fart shrunk me town to Polly Pocket size- and boy does that toy analogy work here. “Hey Joe, do me a favor and scratch my right cheek will ya? Kind of starchy down there…” said Amanda, still addressing the receptionist. I sighed, then dived down into her pants- no underwear as usual. I scratched whatever I could in the dark. “All better?” I inquired hoping for a yes. I never realized how bad Amanda’s ass smelled till I became a tiny. “Nope, a little to the right. Better hurry too,”said Amanda, shifting her buttocks. It was her telltale sign of an upcoming fart. I scratched like there was no tomorrow. “You’re all done Ma’am, Mistress Valentine will be right with you.” spoke the receptionist. “Thanks!” said Amanda, scurrying to a waiting seat. She sat down, much to my cries of protest. I think I heard my arm break under the weight. PPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTT! Insult to injury from Amanda. “Mmmm, good work Joe. Maybe you’ll be a better slave then I expected!” I took that as a compliment as her bean-burrito smells slapped me in the face. Turns out I wasn’t the first of Amanda’s boy toys. She had been shrinking slaves since she was 15. Her mom taught her to and her mom before her mom. She took me to these Giantess meetings all the time. I’ve seen more butt than I would need to in my lifetime. 15 minutes pass as Amanda continues to shift and fart on me. I can’t describe what it’s like to be sat on by a giantess. Imagine- BBBBRRRRLLLLBBBBTTTT!- *COUGH COUGH* God! Sorry, Amanda wanted to give you her input. Imagine a stack of mattresses are laid on top of you. It’s nice and cushiony at first. That’s what Amanda’s cheeks were. Big fluffy, beautiful, grabbable, smackable, lickable, GORGEOUSLY-TAN-umm, mattresses. BBBRRRRUUUPPPPTTTT! Oh, that smell like day old diarrhea. That’s where the bad part comes in. Amanda’s giantess buttcheeks were big soft butterflies when she’s sitting up. I don’t shame myself saying I’ve jacked off when she had me between her cheeks. BBBBLLLAAAAUURRRRPPP! Yes, even with farts as smelly as that. The problem comes when she applies pressure. When the whole upper half of her body rest on those plump, delicate cheeks. Then, it feels like a herd of elephants dogpiled on our mattresses. Everything is hell. Your bones break and your lung capacity lowers, which makes the farts even more horrendous to endure. I used to have nothing but admiration for Amanda and her ass. But Giantess Amanda shows no mercy; you can understand my resentment toward her cheeks. PPPPPPRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….a long silent fart rolls out. Cauliflower and baked beans. Amanda hears my stifled cries as I almost reach unconsciousness. “Oh, quit crying you big baby. If you can’t take me, how are you supposed to stand up against Big Betty?” My thoughts formed as the carbon monoxide cleared from her pants...Big Who? Big Betty. Through the transparency of the pants I saw her approach the door. Her butt was doubled that of Amandas. I could taste the premature vomit in my mouth. She didn’t even open the door. One big smack of her buttcheek on the frame, then: FFFFRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT! She blew the door open the rest of the way. To my relief, or maybe not so, Amanda stands up and applauds. “Where is our little shit sniffer?” Says Big Betty. Amanda picks me out her pants and sticks me back in the crack of her pants. BBBLLLLAAAAAARRRTT! I am blasted out her ass into Big Betties- the traditional Goddess handshake. I recoil in fear inside the crack of Big Betties butt. Amanda’s butt had hills...this bitch had mountains! She squeezed her cheeks together as I gave out muffled cries. She moaned in satisfaction. “Shall we begin, Amanda?” said Big Betty. Big Betties cheeks opened to reveal Amanda with crossed arms, smiling down at me in Big Betties ass. She bent down and met me face to face. “Are you ready, Joe?” she asked. “Please GOD NO!” I yelled. Amanda stood back up. “That’s the spirit!” She joked. Her and Big Betty laughed and sauntered inside, ready to begin my torture. BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAUUUUUUUUMMMMMPMPPPPTPTTTTTTT! Sorry, Big Betty’s ass...my “training.”
I know you must have read the warning. Maybe you don’t care. Maybe you think it was a joke? Or you could be one of those sick fucks who has a kick for this stuff. Either way, you don’t wanna hear my story...so here it is. BBBRAAAAPPPPPTTTTT! “Wheeeeee! Isn’t this fun, Joe?!” I fell about a story or two. RRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTT! Nope, back in the air. I was getting sick. Then falling. PPPPPRRRRAAAATTT! “Welcome to the mile high club! Hahah!” PPPPPLLLLLPPPPPTTT! I hit the ceiling. This became one of Amanda’s staple training sessions with me. She called it “fart skydiving”. It scared the hell out of me at first. I fell headfirst back into her big brown butthole between her cheeks. “Ready to get launched again?” said Amanda giggling. She always seemed so sexy with that giggle. It kind of lost its affect, buried so deep between her smell caverns. I gained my strength and spoke. “Why-haven’t I died yet! I should be dead!” I said between coughs. Amanda laughed even crueler and picked me out of her butthole with her fingers. I was brought to see her beautiful face. It was gorgeous...and enormous! “Sorry Joe, but my farts have more tricks than that! As a Giantess, I can make it so you are invulnerable...that is to death…” To my horror, placed me firmly between her cheeks. I screamed as she clenched them shut, taking away my light, oxygen, and my sanity. I imagined her beaming as my muffled screams and squirming took place in her ass caverns. “MMMMM, keep thrashing Joe. It pleasures me so much...way better than that poking stick you call a cock!” Said Amanda. That was her...she loved adding insult to injury. “As you can see, you are feeling about 2 tons of cubic pressure. But don’t worry, your bones are as hard as a rock...your other senses…” BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAARRRPPPTTT! “...not so much.” She laughed as the intake of fart air made my head spin. No amount of rotten eggs could ever mask the smell like hers. I became an instant claustrophobic. Her ass sweat dripped across my body and I could feel her butthole push against my back. I puked, but I was so compact, it landed right in my face. Amanda paid me no mind, simply yawning and turning on her back. I felt the pressure shift on my face. “YAWWWN! We can get to the specifics of your services tomorrow. For now, you and my butt are going to have a little one on one time.” RRRAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTT! I gasped, slowly taking in the noxious fart air...she couldn’t think I would survive a night under her, did she?! “mmmmm, make sure to keep your nose up and sniff my little fart pillow. I am quite gassy tonight,” said Amanda, unleashing a flappy, bursting fart as she spoke, “so make sure you get all of it! Oh and Joe…”. I felt Amanda turn her cheeks to the side. I flinched as her butthole outreached towards me in anticipation. She continued: “I am a VERY light sleeper. If you don’t lull me to sleep with your sniffing, I might have to put you somewhere else. Somewhere...much deeper.” I only felt what my eyes didn’t want to see. Amanda grunted and strained: apparently pushing a log against my body. I felt it poke out at me and gagged instantly. Turns out I had more puke to spare. “UGGHH! Do you understand, slave?” said Amanda straining. She was clearly trying to keep this one in...how thoughtful of her. I yelled at the top of my lungs that I understood. More grunting and shifting. The turd slowly poked its way back inside her poop chute, leaving the smell of caked shit behind on her asshole. It opened up with one last thunderous goodbye to me. BBBRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTT! Against my will and instinct as a human being, I got to sniffing Amanda’s shit-stained ass. She seemed satisfied enough and sat back down on me, full weight. “mmmm, good night toilet.” It was never a good night with Amanda. I have spent many nights at her booty’s side...but the first one was the worse. RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! Good night indeed Amanda. Some of you may be wondering how life as a tiny could get any worse. Night one and I was already waist deep in the shit of my girlfriend. Well I’ll tell you how life with a Giantess can get worse. When their self esteem lowers...that’s how. I sat in a corner watching Amanda at her training. It was kind of hot, which had me pleasuring myself to it in an instant. Don’t judge...at this state, I get any action I can get. And I sure as hell can’t fuck Amanda. She was currently doing a handstand, shitting out ping pong practice balls with her trainer, Big Betty. Every ball pushed out got a slap on the ass. PLOP! SMACK! “Cmon, girl! You got this!” shouted Big Betty. Amanda grunted. Two shot out her ass. PLOP! PLOP! Two big smacks on both cheeks. Amanda cried out in pain. “Don’t bitch, just push Amanda! Pretend it’s your little friend here!” I froze. Amanda glared at me then let out a war cry. The last three balls popped out like butter. She got three more smacks...she was right pissed. I was pretty sure I knew where that anger was going. “Can I destroy this little shit now?” said Amanda. I was shaking in fear below her. I had never seen her this pissed, or her ass so powerful. Big Betty put an arm on her shoulder. “Very soon. We still have some anal stretching to do, as well as the baked bean challenge! Don’t worry, we’ll have him sniffing like a pro in no time! Now go pick up those softballs!” Amanda bent down towards me and spread her cheeks. Her butthole had doubled in stretching size since I had last seen her. I watched it open wide. BBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT! I was knocked on my feet and recoiling from her viscous smells. Before I blacked out, I watched her turn around and blow me a kiss. “See you in a few, fart boy.” She briskly walked away. Women, huh?
Amanda had to fart so bad. I could see it in her eyes. She was moaning like a sick cow, pushing like a pregnant woman. Why didn’t she let loose? Two words. Anal training. I’ll slowly back up so you can digest...or whatever word you want to use...this situation. I am a tiny. Amanda is a giantess. We were currently in the offices of Big Betty, a Giantess so fearsome, so massive in stench and size that she gave little whelps like me the heebie jeebies. As massive as Amanda was getting and as intensive as her training looked, Big Betty and her ass were the end all be all. To put it gently, Amanda’s butt was a stinkbug...but Big Betty was a whole hippo. Big Betty sighed and crouched next to Amanda, who was currently on her knees, spreading her massive cheeks with her hands. I watched in awe and fear. “C'mon, Amanda, push!” said Betty. “You wanna fart on your tiny, you gotta want it!” Amanda smiled in amusement at me. I cowered while she looked into my eyes like a hungry lion. She wanted it. She really wanted it. Amanda grunted hard. The next few seconds were indescribable, but I’ll try anyway. Amanda had shoved an entire softball up her ass to the point of not seeing it. Here it was again, pooped out in full glory. “UGGGHHH!” With one last push, Amanda’s anus expelled the ball out onto the floor with a SHLOP and a THUD! BBBBBRRRRRRAAAPPPTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I gazed at what seemed her butthole for what seemed like an eternity. It farted the smelliest, the dankest, the longest, and most importantly, THE WETTEST fart I have ever seen. I was halfway across the room and could pick up the scent. But that wasn’t all, oh no. There was more up that...sleeve of hers. A double decker sized turd poked it’s way out her prolapsed ass, sucking along the walls as if begging to stay inside. Amanda paused for a breath, sucked it back in a little. She smooched a kiss at me and got up. “Amanda…” said Big Betty with disdain. “He isn’t ready for you yet.” My jaw hit the floor with my eyelids. Amanda got near feet away from me, turd still poking out her ass. I watched as it slowly extracted out of her butthole. I got my wits about me and ran away just in time. It landed with an earth shattering thud; I felt both the stink wave and the impact. BBBBBBBRRRRRT! A tiny ripper helped pinch it loose. Amanda panted heavily and crossed her arms. She looked quite pleased with her work. “That’s what you are going to endure, slave. EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!” She threatened. I took one last look at her furious, pulsating asshole. She wasn’t playing around. I got the message and cowered away in another corner. Meanwhile, Big Betty sighed and walked over towards the two of us. “Amanda, no point in scaring him yet. That takes all the fun out of it for later! Here, clean up this mess you made and get the softball again. Two more times and then we can move on to a football. Sound good?” Amanda grabbed a nearby towel and wiped her cooch area...it was sweatier than her actual face...at least, I think that was sweat. Ew. “Yes Mistress Betty. That sounds great!” Amanda turned and smacked her butt in my direction. Translation: you and I have unfinished business. Big Betty looked down at me and smiled. “Let’s have a chat, shall we Joe?” Wait a minute. It has been a long time since a Giantess has addressed me by my first name. Usually it’s something like “tiny” or “shit-stain” or “fart-rag”. Was that concern in her tone? Too late, I grimaced as her mountainous behind sat on me. Good god! I thought Amanda was bad! This was like being sat on by the entire ocean! “Let me set the mood for us,” said Big Betty, with a grumbling stomach. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHHHTTTTT! Oh god, I could feel her slimy fart crawl through my skin. Baked beans and sauerkraut. “mmmmm, that’s better, hmm?” She chided down at me. “I see that Amanda has been giving you invincibility farts. Horrendous stuff isn’t it?” PPPPPPLLLLLLLLLAATTT! Big Betty answered her own question with a thunderous sounding fart. I didn’t die from suffocation or from her massive stature. I only absorbed her farts in eternal torment. My definition of hell. “Yes, it seems Amanda has grown quite hostile towards you. It also seems she wants to keep you for a looong time. That can’t bode well for you, can it?” I remained silent in pain. That didn’t end long. BBBBBLLLOOORRRTTT! I screamed and coughed simultaneously. “Please speak when I address you little man.” BBBBBBRRRRROOOOTTTT! “YES! It’s bad!” I screamed under her. What game was she playing?! I was a toy, not a conversation point! Could she even hear me under her thick booty?! She answered my plea: “Yes, I see. Fortunately, you have an option slave. You can either go live with Amanda…” Big Betty thankfully leaned to the side, allowing fresh air to escape in her backside. I greedily gulped oxygen, watching Amanda at her work. She was currently working on the football...I screamed as the butt came back down on me. Big Betty continued, ignoring my pain. “Or, you can come live with me. I have had need of a slave for my group sessions. Only a few of them, though, and then I will grant you your freedom.” I was shocked. Double shocked when she rose off me again. Her buttcheeks were precariously perched above me however. “Sorry dear, I shouldn’t have said ‘freedom’ per se...by freedom I more meant...sweet release.” BBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBB! A long, bassy fart emphasized her point I gagged in protest, then spoke, “You are just going to kill me afterwards?! Hell no!” Big Betty slammed her ass on top of me. I screamed as she spoke in anger. “You insignificant little shit! Do you not see your opportunity here?! If you stay with Amanda, you will want to kill yourself...BUT YOU CAN’T. Amanda will keep you in her ass forever, but you only work a few sessions with me! Do you want to live your life in constant service to her ass?” Big Betty sat up, wedging my body between her buttcheeks. I could see Amanda at work on the football. She sucked it in and out, savoring it, loving the vore like feel on her anus. I very well knew that ass was being trained for me. Maybe suicide wasn’t that crazy of an option. “I...I guess your right, Big Betty.” Her butt turned and I was plunged under darkness beneath her ass. “Of course I am slave! No slave wants to escape service from Big Butt Betty!” PPPPPPPPPrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...Oh god a silent fart. I coughed on her eggy fumes. These were going to be a long couple of sessions. To Amanda’s disappointment, I was to remain with Big Betty overnight. “Just a little study session, Giantess to pathetic tiny.” said Betty. Amanda picked me up and promptly put me inside her butthole. It wasn’t the first time I was inside there, but it had DEFINITELY gotten a bit more roomier. “This is going to be your home soon, fart rag. You are going to live here forever! Hope you enjoy what I am doing for you.” she said with spite. Amanda farted me out her butthole into the cheeks of Big Betty. I watched her walk out the door, buttcheeks swaying in the wind. She let out one last flapping fart for me beside the door. Mental note, I would have to jerk off to that tonight. It would be the last time I would see her again. “Now for the matter at hand,” said Big Betty. I screamed as she pushed me into her butthole with her finger. This was a THOUSAND times worse. I couldn’t see, it was humid, and it smelt like a thousand massive shit. “I need this asshole cleaned up before my next session. Better get to it. I have a massive shit to take at 2 o’clock, where you will do the same thing again!” I managed to poke only my head out for fresh air. “Please, Big Betty!” I screamed, “can’t you just kill me now?!” BBBBLLLLLRRRRRUUUBBBTTT! I coughed and screamed as her butthole sucked me back in. “You made a deal dearie! You want your death, you have to earn it! Amanda was wrong, THIS will be your home. Now if you excuse me, I have some bake bean farts to get out of my system. Nose, upturned please!” I grimaced waiting for my first vore fart from Big Betty. I wondered how Amanda’s vore farts would compare. BBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTT! Not even close.
Man I wish I could die. Then again, I wish I wasn’t a tiny in the possession of a Giantess. I also CERTAINLY wish she would stop eating foods like broccoli which increased her fart torture with me tenfold. I wish my normal sized girlfriend Amanda would quit training her asshole to stink me up till doomsday. I wish for a lot of things...at the moment, I wish I wasn’t in Big Betty’s possession. She currently sat on top of me. Her butt was as large as two dump trucks,(pun definitely intended). She gobbled down her rice and beans, transferring the flavors through her farts. BBBBBLLLLLAAARRTT! I coughed as the raunchy fart hit me point blank. It had an acidic taste to it that made me want to puke. Any normal man would have died under that kind of stench, not to mention Big Betties pressure. However, tinies were “blessed” by their Goddesses farts. The more I sucked, the more invincible I became. Lucky me. RRRRPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! I wrinkled my nose at her new creation. “How about that one, slave? Can you taste the butter in that one.” asked Big Betty. I mumbled something incoherent. Her constant fumes made it hard to understand. She lifted her mounds slightly off me. “Here’s another one for you. Try again.” BBBBBRRRRTTTTTT! Specks of shits flung at my face, foretelling my duties as a slave to her ass. These foods gave her the greasiest and runniest shits. “Last one, dearie. Really engage those nostrils...let the fart flow through you...INTO YOU.” Big Betty spread her bootycheeks and put her butthole flush with my body. RRRRAAAAARRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTTT! Her fart roared at me point blank. My ears were ringing and my nose was bleeding from the oncoming stench. I groaned in pain as Big Betty’s cheeks rubbed themselves against me. She was touching herself to my fart seizures...again. As bad as this was getting, I had hope in my heart. Big Betty promised me she would kill me today. My fart curse would be broken. Sure, my life would be over, but as she put it. I would finally be “free”. But everything had to be perfect…. “Alright slave, now when I sit on you, which causes you more pain...right cheek…” Big Betty gave her booty a smack on the right, “or left cheek.” Another forceful smack. I recoiled in shame and fear. I answered her defeatedly. “The right one I guess...although I don’t think it matters does it?” She didn’t answer, only proceeded to bounce on my body with her right cheek. She chuckled as I screamed in pain. “Oh it matters alright my slave. I have a reputation as a trainer to keep. If you are going to die, it has to be eventful. You think Jesus would want to go out after one swift blow from my ass?” It was the strangest question ever posed, ever. I didn’t have time to answer it. PPPPLLLLLLLLLAAARRRRTTTSSS! “I thought not.” Said Big Betty through my gagging. It was 5 whole hours later. 5 hours of sniffing farts, licking Big Betty’s asshole clean, licking it again when she had to shit, more fart sniffing, a couple of vore sessions, and one event which made me particularly ashamed… SHLOP! Big Betty pooped out a double decker sized log for me. “Eat some.” she commanded. I was paralyzed in confusion. “It’s a symbolic thing slave. You are going to be indulged in my shit and I want it apart of you. Plus if you don’t, I’ll drag this on for longer.” She made her point by squatting down by her feces and then: BBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAARRRRRTTTTT! Like extra pepper on a salad. Disgusting. I braced myself and chowed down. The time had finally come. I was de-clothed and had my limbs tied to posts, King Kong style. This was it. I watched in fear but joy as Big Betty came into the room. In ceremonious fashion, she turned her backside from me and removed her robe. It looks like she prettied up for the occasion. Her booty was gleaming with body oil and her bootyhole was washed. Instead of a shitstain brown, it resembled a cute pink rose. She flexed it in and out for me, either trying to scare me or to reassure me what was to come. “Are you ready for my ass, Joe? There is no turning back once you met MY BACK.” I gulped as she giggled at her pun. “Yes, please kill me with your mighty butt, Big Betty.” She pointed her ass very near my face. “Very well,” she said. “With this toot, I commence your fart invincibility, BROKEN!” BBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT! The first fart was the worst. I could smell all the evil in her farts now. The combination of baked beans, cauliflower, mashed potatoes, milk, and god knows what else. My eyes watered and all of my bodily fluids felt like relieving themselves at once. My fart sentence had began. Big Betty sat her cheek on me, gently at first. She rubbed herself to my suffocation, making sure to pop back up so I had air to spare. PPPPOOOOTT! So long as that air was from her ass. BBBRRRTTTT! God it was awful! The senses were too powerful. It took all I had to not ask her to stop. She sat on me again. Full weight. I felt every bone in my body break at once. I couldn’t cry out because my ribs crushed my lungs...surely this was it. It wasn’t. “MMMM, I felt that! Don’t worry, we are only getting started.” I was picked up and put in her anus. Everything was busted so I couldn’t resist. I just absorbed her ass juices and smells as she sucked me in and out her asshole. Giantesses loved their vore and Big Betty was no exception. She suddenly closed her buttcheeks. I had no oxygen, no light. BBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTT! Was this how I was to die?! Sadly no, my pain continued as Big Betty gently shat me out onto the ground to breathe. Moments later, she graced my presence with an SBD. I had had enough of this! I forced myself not to breathe...I had to end this! No such luck from Big Betty! She had obviously done this death dance with slaves before. I wasn’t going that easy. She began sitting on my chest, lightly giving me chest compressions. After every *squish!* came a tiny BRRRT from her ass. It was a horrific form of CPR. It felt like hours as she put me inside her ass and gave me the gas chamber treatment again and again. I mumbled for her to end this torment. She bent her face down to my level. “Awww, does my little playmate not want to do this? I told you when we started this that there was no going back. I’ll have to say, you are quite brave for a tiny. Most of them wouldn’t have asked for this so quickly.” She turned and raised her leg, blasting a fart my way. BBBBRRRRAAAAAAATTTTT! “Ahhhhhh,” She sighed. “Then again, you aren’t like most tinies, now aren’t you?” I mumbled some more, hoping she got the hint. She laughed at my predicament. “Alright little man, time for the big finale. Are you ready? I want you to say, ‘Yes Big Butt Betty.’ That’s all it takes to end this.” She brought me face to face with her. I tried my hardest. “y-y…” My mouth was broken and I couldn’t form words. “Yes Big Betty fart on me again? Yes Big Betty use me as a dildo? What is it dear?” She said, a sly mocking smile on her face. Her tone was as sweet as a mother. “K--kill me..please!” I pleaded. I heard Big Betty’s butt grumble behind her. “As you wish.” She said. I was put on the floor, seeing nothing but Big Betty’s butt above me. “Goodbye, Joe. You were a great little Tiny.” Big Betty squatted and grunted. Diarrhea poured out her ass like concrete on top of me. I didn’t move, just let it sink over me as I had my final thoughts. It was almost as if my body had stop registering senses and let what would happen, happen. BBRRRRAAAATT! PRRRAAATTT! Something gummed up the works in her ass. She slammed her ass on top of me. I felt that. My body became compressed by about a third. Her booty grumbled and I had a final thought as my final seconds neared. Could I have gone back to Amanda? I know she wanted the same fate for me as a Giantess. But maybe I could have won over her heart? Was this a Romeo and Juliet scene where I would regret this whole thing. My heart was the last thing to break as I stewed in Big Betty’s liquid shit, ass juice, and farts. The rumbling stopped and there was a peaceful silence. Then: BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTBRBRBRBRRBRBRBRBBRBTTTTSSSSSSSS! No oxygen entered my lungs as the heatwave of the fart overcame me. Combined with Big Betties shit, the two smells guided me to a lullaby, like trance. I let go. The last sound I heard was Big Betty, orgasming and collapsing on top of me. |
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