By: Europaguy
Melinda Cosgrove yawned as she blinked groggily in the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she attempted to sit up. She couldn’t. Panicking, the 19-year-old hair stylist struggled to move her arms and legs, only to find that her limbs were bound against her sides and her legs too were immobilized by thick belts. Most terrifying of all was the fact that the beautiful, slender, peach-blonde young woman was naked from head to toe, her petite body that drew stares wherever she went visible even in the darkness. Whimpering loudly, Melinda realized that her mouth was also bound shut by a thick piece of tape.
“Fuck, I’m probably in a rape dungeon or something!” she thought in panic, trying desperately to remember how she’d gotten in her current situation. Thinking hard, Melinda began to piece together a memory of her being surrounded by what appeared to be armed soldiers one day after work, who forcibly took her into custody. She had no idea why she was arrested though, and was just beginning to delve deeper into her memories when she heard another woman’s voice nearby.
“Oooohhh, what’s in this big one?” the speaker asked, followed by the sound of ripping paper. To her relief, Melinda could see light begin to surround her as what looked like decorative wrapping paper was torn from all around her, where the teen could now see that she was firmly bound inside a clear, plastic box that measured just a few inches longer than her prone form. Blinking in the new light, Melinda stared in confusion at what appeared to be a closed toilet seat loomed directly above her face. As her eyes adjusted, the bound girl could make out three figures surrounding her, where one of them bent over and opened up the toilet seat.
“Oh my gosh, it’s a real life girl!” a blonde woman who looked to be around Melinda’s age exclaimed as she peered inside the box, where the teen trapped within immediately began to yell and scream. “Awe, and she looks terrified too!”
“Hahaha look at her face, its all teary and red,” another girl snickered as she stepped into view. She had long black hair and a rather pale complexion, where her plush lips were illuminated by bright red lipstick. She was also heftier and had a sizable bit of pudge to her.
“This, ladies, is an answer to all our fart-fueled problems,” a third voice explained as a towering woman loomed over the other two. “This smellabsorber 500x was designed in mind for people like us, where the level of flatulence that we emit is a little…extreme.”
Standing at what looked like a staggering 8-feet in height, a voluptuous red-haired amazon grinned down over the box, where Melinda continued to scream in terror from behind the chunk of tape blocking her mouth.
“Thank God, I get dizzy when we’ve all been home all day pooting up a storm,” the blonde giggled, before joining the taller one in looming over the clear box. “Awe, she’s so scared, mom, you’re sure that she deserves this?”
“I don’t know, but her family failed to pay their federal debt so she was arrested and ‘repurposed’ for debt-paying consumers like us to enjoy!” the tall amazon replied, before turning to look Melinda in the eye. “Poor thing, you must be so confused. My name is Janice, and these two are my twin daughters, Frieda and Naomi. Your household failed to pay your government debt for whatever reason, so you were taken in by the department of people allocation and it seems that you were repurposed as this fart/waste reciprocal here.”
Tears streaming down her face, Melinda merely looked up at Janice in horror, her words sounding almost foreign to her. It was true that they lived in an era where failure to pay government loans led to federal agents arresting the indebted to repurpose them as Human appliances/slaves, but the teen was convinced that her boyfriend had been making payments on time. Obviously he had not.
“You’re such a pretty little thing, so I almost feel bad for keeping you like this, but smellabsorbers like the one you’re a part of help families like mine,” Janice explained as she paced around the box. “We have a genetic disposition where we uh- fart a lot, and our plumbing can no longer handle the amount of gas and waste that we put into it. Humans, however, are much more efficient at processing such things, so hopefully you can alleviate this problem for us.”
“I call testing her out!” the black-haired girl exclaimed, rubbing her rather pudgy gut that poked out from beneath an ill-fitting grey tank top and hung down over some pink shorts.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, Naomi, but I figured that I’d give Frieda the first go at it since her farts are a little less ‘room-clearing’ than yours and mine,” the amazon mother replied, her huge, broad body draped in a white, satin nightgown that clung to her thick curves.
“Yay!” the blonde exclaimed as she clapped her hands, her large breasts poking out from a teal tank top and thick thighs shaking from beneath her grey sweatpants. “I wonder how she’s going to react, I mean are they supposed to like this?”
Melinda, meanwhile, was listening to the conversation in complete terror. It sounded to her that these three women intended on sitting upon the toilet seat fixed above her head on the box and farting into it- and worse, expelling their waste. The group seemed indifferent to her desperate whimpers, however, where they seemed fully intent on using the diabolical device for its suggested purpose.
“Can I just use her in here? Or do I take it into the bathroom or something?” Frieda asked, looking the clear plastic up and down as she giggled innocently at the shuddering girl within.
“Use it in here, baby, give us a good demonstration,” Janice replied as she crossed her arms with a warm smile on her face.
“Yeah, might want to get her used to the smell of colon before I unleash my atomic farts on top of her,” Naomi snickered as rounded the box to get a good look at the prisoner.
Before her daughters could move another inch, Janice stepped forward and stuck her hand down the open toilet seat above the smellabsorber, where she promptly ripped the tape from Melinda’s mouth. This resulted in the bound girl promptly screaming at the top of her lungs, her bellows echoing throughout the family’s house.
“Scream all you want, pumpkin, but it says right here on this box that the Human within is the property of the one who purchased it,” the pear-shaped mother cooed in a gentle tone. “Which means that you belong to us now.”
“PLEASE! You don’t have to do this, I-I don’t even know what happened to my unpaid debt,” Melinda screeched, her pale, nude body turning red as she struggled with all her might against her binds. “Please just let me go!”
“Uh oh, that gallon and a half of eggnog that I drank last night before I went to bed is hitting hard right now,” Frieda gasped as she clutched her stomach, which poked out a little bit over her sweatpants, though the little pudge was nothing compared to her sister’s. The young blonde appeared to be the smallest woman in the family, but “small” didn’t mean much as Melinda got good look at the girl’s massive backside as she straddled the box.
Pulling down her tight pants, Frieda’s bare butt wobbled like a pair of gelatinous twin globes, each one slightly larger than a basketball. Smirking as she looked down at the trapped teen, she plopped her hefty rear onto the toilet seat, firmly covering the hole. Melinda kept up her begging as she gazed upon the plump cheeks staring her down mere inches from her face, where Frieda shifted a few times to get comfortable, before a loud gurgle echoed overhead.
“Ahhhhhhhhh I knew I was saving that one for a reason,” the blonde sighed as she let loose a thunderous explosion of a fart that vibrated around the plastic box. “It would have stunk up my room for sure if I’d let it rip when I woke up.”
Melinda was initially stunned as the hot gas slapped her in the face, where she made the mistake of gasping and getting a good sniff/taste of the flatulence from the girl above. Frieda merely giggled like a schoolgirl as a bloodcurdling scream erupted from directly beneath her, where she wiggled her big butt in place before farting again.
“Hahaha look at that dumb cunt, she’s already crying!” Naomi laughed as she watched Melinda gasp and gag on the rancid stench.
“Mmmm she’s so pretty, she reminds me of my ex-girlfriend,” Frieda moaned as she let out a third fart, enjoying the way that the plastic was fogging up from her hot gas. “She reacts the exact same way as she did to my toots as well…”
Her tight leather binds digging into her skin, Melinda fought desperately against her restraints as she took in a thick, noxious, sulfuric stench of rotten eggs, tears flowing from her stinging eyes as she stopped begging and kept her mouth shut completely to avoid tasting the gnarly farts. She was beyond disbelief that she was actually being used to sniff up some brat’s bad gas.
“Wonderful, darling, it looks like every bit of your flatulence is ending up right there in the box!” Janice exclaimed with a clap before leaning in to get a closer look.
Another bassy rumble echoed throughout the box, the horrendous fumes further choking Melinda as she gagged loudly, her eyes staring desperately at the pale bubble butt directly above. That’s when Frieda decided to take a handful of one of her wobbling cheeks and spread her deep asscrack open, exposing her dainty little rosebud to feed their restrained victim her farts more directly. Watching the wrinkled anus open and “kiss” another expulsion of the reeking air towards her, the trapped prisoner began to choke back a sob as she felt a spray of sweat impact her cheek.
“Ew, I think I’m still smelling my own farts,” Frieda commented eventually as she fanned the air around her as her smiling face fell into a frown. “No fair, I thought she was supposed to absorb them all. I-Is she rejecting my gas, mommy?”
“She sure is, baby, but don’t you fret,” Janice replied as she glared at Melinda. It appeared that the girl trapped within the box was now holding her breath as often as she could to avoid taking in the cloying stench.
Searching for a button on the side of coffin-like case, the voluptuous MILF found a button marked “flush”. Melinda watched as she pressed it through her teary eyes, where upon hearing the button click, she suddenly felt something sharp jab her in the back.
“Sorry to have to do this to you, but I’d like to have this thing functioning properly,” Janice explained. “This button injects you with a neurotoxin that forces you to perform a certain action. In this case: inhaling, chewing, and swallowing.”
Melinda began to whimper loudly as she felt her body tense up and despite fighting the urge with every muscle, found that she was unable to stop herself from taking long, deep sniffs of the putrid gas that was pouring down on her from above. Gagging loudly as she took a long inhale, the booty above mercilessly let loose another barrage that slapped her like a searing hot hand.
“Yay, I don’t smell myself anymore!” Frieda clapped as she wiggled in place and let out four farts in rapid succession, where she listened with glee at the unfortunate girl below sniffing them right up. “She’s really absorbing them, this thing is so cool! Our house isn’t going to smell like farts anymore!”
“Yes girls, if you guys ever get gas attacks again, just take a seat on the smellabsorber and you don’t need to worry about a thing,” Janice sighed with satisfaction. “When you’re done with that, Frieda, come to breakfast. I won’t spare the eggs and sausage since we have a way to deal with the aftermath now…”
“Ooooh prepare yourself, girl, because you’re going to wish you were dead the next time you see me,” Naomi grinned as she followed her mom into the kitchen. Melinda got a little preview of the black-haired girl’s posterior, and was mortified to find that it appeared at least double the size of her twin’s.
“Alright, toilet, I don’t have too many more farts to go, so just be good and smell ‘em up for me,” Frieda sang as she continued to expel her gas, grinning every time she heard the loud echoes sound out around the enclosed space. Melinda merely closed her eyes to avoid looking at the girl’s big butt as her anus opened up to blast her face with another superheated wave of gas, where she was forced by the neurotoxin to sniff deeply.
“P-please, I have a family, I’m not a bad person,” the teen moaned as her gags eventually subsided.
“Well, we can be your new family then!” the blonde replied joyously as she bounced in place, ripping an additional two farts before peeling her fetid ass from the toilet seat. “Yes, you can bond with us every time we sit over you. It’ll be fun!”
Pulling her pants up after closing the seat to seal the remnants of the gas inside with Melinda, Frieda skipped off to join her mother and sister, leaving the trapped, quivering young woman to whimper and cry to herself. The situation seemed incredibly bleak, and escape seemed nearly impossible due to the tight binds and being rendered immobile. Thus, Melinda was forced to just lay there, listening to the distant sounds of the strange family devouring their breakfast.
Around an hour later, Melinda began to grow drowsy from the noxious gas that had filled her lungs earlier, where she was beginning to drift in and out of sleep. Opening her eyes, she found Naomi walking up to the box, a devilish smirk on her face as she rubbed her bulging gut, hitting the bound woman with a wave of a fear.
“My twin sister is usually embarrassed by our family’s gas problem, but I’ve embraced it,” the dark-haired girl explained as she began to tug off her shorts. “You could probably call me a bully at my school, because I love to do nothing more but rough up a scrawny little cheerleader and sit on her for hours at a time with my 250-pound body, and then drown her dainty face with my farts. I’ve had to pace myself, however, because I’ll be expelled if I keep making these weak little girls passout. But now I have you, an outlet for me to unleash all my nastiest gas upon. Mmmm, I can’t wait to get started…”
Melinda was too terrified to go through the same begging routine that she’d went through with the smaller twin, where she watched in sheer horror as the heftier woman straddled the box and sat down. Her ass was immense, both her gelatinous cheeks spilling over the sides of the toilet seat and easily looked to be double the size of Frieda’s. Her buttcrack appeared to be much deeper as well, and a visible line of sweat could be seen leading into the dark depths.
“Holy crap…are you gagging already?” Naomi cackled as she heard Melinda retch from below. “I haven’t even farted yet! But my ass is probably nice and ripe though, I haven’t showered for at least a week. Oof, this is gonna be so fun.”
A deep, thunder-like rumble sounded above her head, where already choking on the stench of swamp-ass, Melinda whimpered in fear. A second later, a loud, wet, and incredibly vile blast of gas echoed deeply into the box, where the plastic walls immediately fogged up in an almost greenish tint as the furious fart dragged on for a nauseating twenty seconds.
“Ahahah choke on that, pretty bitch!” Naomi roared with laughter as an ear-splitting scream erupted from beneath her, where Melinda felt like tearing her throat just to screech at the toxic, meaty, hot trash-odor that wafted down upon her trembling face. “Sniff this up. I call this the Naomi Nuke!”
Much like the blast of a nuclear bomb, the restrained girl within the box felt as if her face was melting as a searing torrent of gasified shit flowed over her features as if she’d shoved her head behind a jet engine. Gagging loudly as her screams subsided into retching, Melinda felt her vision go blurry, the dizzying concoction of raw sewage and spoiled meats swirling around in her nostrils. Holding her breath to avoid taking in another gasp of the horrible fumes, she noticed Naomi’s hand going for the same button as Janice had gone for earlier, where upon hearing a click in response, could feel the same needle poke into her back again.
“Hahahah look at you, this neurotoxin shit really works! You’re sniffing my ass like it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever smelt!” the pudgy BBW cackled cruelly, shuffling her booty a little on the groaning seat as her massive cheeks spread open to reveal the swampy depths of her butt. “Oh fuck, I think last night’s dinner is starting to surface too…”
Melinda screamed through her raw throat as she was showered by real liquid shit following a particularly vile wet fart from above, her pretty face blasted by Naomi’s dirty anus as sticky bits of ass sweat and fecal mattered slapped over her cheeks. She’d have thrown up by now had it not been for the neurotoxin forcing her to willingly breathe the toxic stench, where she was past the point of coherently arguing with her captors and instead descended into guttural groaning.
“Moooooommmm, I need to shit!” Naomi bellowed from her Human throne. “How do I put this thing on toilet-mode or whatever?”
“The small arrow buttons, they lower and raise her head,” Janice could be heard from the next room. “Use the same button with the neurotoxin when you need to ‘flush’”.
“Gotcha,” the huge pear smirked, dragging her finger down to the aforementioned button and giving it a push. In the middle of a mental breakdown, Melina felt the pad that she was laying on begin to rise up from beneath her abdomen, lifting her head and chest higher and higher as it was brought closer to the massive ass that sat perched directly above. Squirming again as she realized that she was getting closer to Naomi’s dirty bottom, Melinda was mortified to find that the trusty chemical injection was forcing her to keep her head straight- and her mouth silently gaping open.
“Ooooohhh I feel your mouth right against my shithole!” Naomi exclaimed in amazement. “I can’t believe I’m about to take a dump in a hot chick’s mouth, this has been one of my lifelong dreams!”
Melinda thought otherwise, however, and instead let out a panicked scream as she could sense the BBW’s hairy, uncleaned butthole begin to flex open inside her mouth. As a silent, putrid fart wheezed against the poor girl’s tongue, she barely had time to gag before a hot, mucky substance abruptly filled every nook and cranny of her gaping mouth.
“Ahhhhh there we go, that feels so good coming out,” Naomi sighed, before laughing manically at the gurgling, unhuman screech that erupted from beneath her while she unloaded her bowels between the unwilling lips of the teen below. “Fuck me, I can smell that shit from up here! Swallow it, swallow it!”
Rapidly pressing the flush button, the pudgy brat of a woman cackled as she looked down to watch as Melinda’s body went ridged from the neurotoxin injection. Just like her mom had said, the struggling, retching girl indeed appeared to be loudly gulping down the mouthfuls of rank excrement that was constantly filling her jaw, where Naomi continued to mercilessly feed her for a solid minute while licking her lips with sexual excitement. Tears streaming down her eyes, Melinda was in hell as she sobbed and pleaded via pitiful moaning, her entire body cringing as she felt the hot, taste-destroying shit running down her throat as it involuntarily chugged it down as if it was the sweetest nectar.
“Whew, what a rush,” Naomi sighed as she sat back winded as she patted her fat gut. “Mmmm, I should have filmed this or something, I know people would pay good money to see me take a dump in an unwillingly girl’s mouth. Oh well, you belong to us now, so we have plenty, plenty of time to make vids!”
Peeling her giant ass off of the toilet seat, the black-haired teen pressed the button on the box to return Melinda to her prone position flat on her back. Not bothering to wipe her immense derriere, she skipped off and left the living room, leaving their bound victim alone again in her plastic prison.
Sobbing quietly to herself, Melinda stared through the toilet seat into the ceiling, grief-stricken over her predicament. Not only had she been forced to huff the farts of two bottom-heavy teens, but she’d also been forced to serve as a Human toilet as well, where her stomach now bubbled at being nearly filled with Naomi’s huge bowel movement. Lamenting on just how horrid her situation was, the gorgeous peach-blonde didn’t notice the room shaking slightly as the third member and matriarch of the family strode in from the kitchen.
“How are you making out so far?” Janice asked as she glided towards the plastic prison, her silky white gown cutting off short at her immense thighs. “I just passed by my daughter and she looked pretty pleased, so I was tempted to come and use you myself.”
“P-please,” Melinda wheezed in response, before gagging at the lingering taste of Naomi’s shit. “I-I can’t do this, I don’t deserve this happening to me.”
“Maybe not, my dear, but that doesn’t particularly concern me,” the towering amazon replied as she began to hike up her gown, before turning around to expose her absolute behemoth of an ass. “You can probably see where my daughters get their curves from…”
The bound teen trembled at the sight of Janice’s colossal behind, her pale cheeks each being double the size of one of Naomi’s, where although they were ridden with cellulite bumps, the amazon’s body was a more elegant pear shape that was similar to Frieda’s, just significantly upscaled. Her big butt wobbling as it backed up towards the box, Melinda guessed that each of the jiggling, round buttcheeks might have weighed as much as her, while the thing itself was around four or five feet wide and appeared nearly double the width of the box itself.
“I don’t know where this gas problem that my family has came from, but all I know is that when I went to the doctor’s office to get it checked out, I ended up trapped in an elevator with three teenage girls for four hours,” Janice chuckled in her warm, motherly tone. “Those poor things. I was pooting up a storm in there, and by the time we were rescued, those girls were half-dead. I think one of them is still in an insane asylum from the huge mental breakdown that she had in there…”
These words did nothing but terrify Melinda even further as the voluptuous amazon sat on top of the toilet seat directly above her. Janice’s mammoth cheeks spilled over the sides of the seat, where the entire box was almost able to fit between them completely as it groaned and creaked beneath her massive weight. As her deep, deep buttcrack was split open by her cheeks separating on the seat, the bound teen also got a good look at the amazon’s bulging womanhood and huge, round, sphincter. It wasn’t as filthy as Naomi’s, but a pungent smell of ass still flowed into the box from her opened canyon.
A second later, Janice unceremoniously let out her first fart. It was a thick bout of gas that echoed noisily throughout the plastic enclosure, adding to the fog within and rendering the once-clean plastic even murkier with the stench. Although it was of similar odor to the farts of the amazon’s daughters, Melinda nonetheless gagged loudly upon getting a good whiff of the monstrous poot. Janice didn’t give her a second of reprieve, and let out a further three farts that blasted the teen’s face with the heavy gas and saturated the limited airspace of the plastic coffin with the stench of rotted eggs, leaking dumpster, and septic tank.
“Ah this is quite nice, I don’t smell a thing!” Janice remarked as she wiggled in place, pressing the ‘flush’ button as she until she heard the girl laying beneath her begin to rapidly breathe it in. “Wow, I can get used to this. I should move a TV in here or something and maybe bring some snacks. My fart sessions sometimes last hours…”
Whimpering pitifully, Melinda closed her eyes as she felt another barrage of hot gas flow over her features, where she was forced to sniff deeply every time the wrinkled anus above her opened up to noisily expel the next fart. Her heart beating rapidly and throat sore with the legions of toxic gas that she’d been consuming over the last hour and a half, the poor girl had little choice but to roll with the punches and keep basking in the rank that the motherly amazon was feeding her.
This storm of farts lasted for a full hour, where the bound teen was quite close to losing her mind as Janice’s parade of flatulence finally began to come to a close- until the humongous woman turned things up a notch.
“I didn’t think I had to, but I’ve got to poop a little. Don’t worry, It’ll just be a little bit,” Janice assured her seat as she pressed the arrow buttons, causing the gasping, wheezing young prisoner’s head to rise up and approach her flexing anus. “Let’s hope that you’ll be able to handle all our bowel movements, I think the three of us poop at least twice a day…”
Feeling her mouth suction against the amazon’s pulsing butthole, Melinda felt as if she was about to have heart attack as she helplessly waited for the much-larger girl to begin taking a dump in her mouth. When she eventually began to feel Janice’s semi-solid shit flow into her gaping maw, she immediately regretted being born.
“Oh don’t be such a baby, if you could consume Naomi’s, you can consume mine,” the MILF said sternly as she mercilessly continued shitting despite the loud, desperate, pained groans and screams of utter disgust that were erupting right against her anus from the girl below. “That’s it, keep swallowing like a good girl. Don’t think about it, just get into the headspace that you are now a toilet and that your purpose in life is to inhale and consume all the waste that we put into you.”
Melinda couldn’t even process what she was hearing as she was too busy nearly choking to death of the amazon’s colossal shit. Heftier and heftier chunks of fecal matter were now passing down her throat, quickly filling her aching stomach to the brim as her slender abdomen began to inflate somewhat to accommodate the load that she was taking in. Her eyes darting around the room desperately, Melinda tried to take her mind off of the legions of filth that was sliding down her throat, where she fixated on watching the clock as the nonstop shit continued.
“Ahhhh there we go, that was a nice little poop,” Janice sighed with satisfaction, before letting out a few echoing farts that blasted open Melinda’s cheeks as they filled with her gas. “Oops, now here comes the farts again! Ah well, there’s another hour before I was going to prepare lunch, and then the girls will probably come and use you afterwards. My, I guess you’ve got your work cut out for you today.”
Moaning loudly as a rancid blast of gas echoed down her throat, Melinda clenched her fists in utter revulsion as the “small” elephantine bowel movement that she’d just been forced to eat gurgled in her belly, while she had a long, long Christmas day of fart sucking and Human toilet services to look forward to.