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Taste Tester WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! FFFBBBLLUUURRRTT! “Smell?” I was in the Cloud 9 of agony as Samantha’s fart rained down into the fart box. A murky combination of gravy and wet garbage masked itself in her gas, trapped at every angle with her petite white booty above. It took me a second to grumble out my response. “Strength?” asked Alice, her high heels tapping my naked genitals. “I-ugh, 6.” I sighed in relief as Samantha was instructed to leave and Mikaela was instructed to sit. BBBTTUURRRRBBTT! “Okay, smell?” asked Alice. I now stared at Mikaela’s dark brown butthole as her booty passed it’s scent onto me. “...tomatoes and...cauliflower, I think.” “Nope, it’s nutmeg!” chimed the ebony beauty above me. FFFTTRRRRTTT! She gave me another quick sample, silly me. “Mihaela, please don’t instruct the test subject,” said Alice. I yelped as she pressed the end of her heel against the edge of my scrotum. “Hey, I didn’t-!” I yelped again as Alice pressed harder. “Please deliver another sample for Carter, please.” “Okay, hold on. HHRRGGH!” BBBBBLLLAAAFFFF! I gagged, mouth still agape from screaming as her airy fart poured into my mouth a foot away. “How was that, Carter?” “8...it was an eight…” “Seems like it.” Mikalea rose and I fiddled with the wrist straps on my legs and arms. I oh so desperately wanted to scratch my face or perhaps shield myself from the assembly line of butts farting on me. Some silly guardian angel side of me put the idea into my mind: “hey, you did sign up for this, remember?” Yeah, free room and board for constant corporate torture. Whoopee, good decision. “May, take your place, please.” Alice instructed. A familiar, very rotten booty graced my presence. “Hey there fartboy, long time no see?” May’s shrill voice was almost as bad as her asscrack. I moaned as the smell of liquid garbage and sweat emanated from her tight pink asshole. I stared into her asses center and asked myself how someone with so much asshole hairs could obtain a level of swampass of May’s magnitude. Her BBW Mexican booty seemed to holster in every ounce of sweat she accumulated for, I don’t know...years. I despised her and I felt she resented me, coming into the testing center with an unwashed anus, despite testing policy running against it. Alice didn’t seem to mind her behavior. “May, no talking, just a fart, please.” FFRRRSSSLLLOOOTTT! “How’s that, fart boy?” May asked. I gagged as she squirted a dentist cups worth of liquid shit that dribbled on my nose. I screamed as the fluid dribbled into my mouth and nose. Alice sighed. “May, how many glasses of orange juice did you wash your steak and egg sandwich down with?” “Oh, maybe one or two. I also had a party with Dana, so that’s a beer too.” PPPTTLLLRRUUBBTT! No more shit, but I could definitley smell her meal animate down onto my face. “Carter, what’s the pain level-” “Ten, it’s fucking ten!” I screamed. May laughed as I thrashed angrily. “Well alright then. Test inconclusive, I geuss.” said Alice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was no dull minute at Goddesscorp for me. If I wasn’t sampling farts, I was waiting to sample farts. I signed the contract not looking into the stipulations; the waiver literally said free pussy, along with some wage benefits or whatever. My complaints certainly wouldn’t go to a union if those obligations weren’t fulfilled. And usually, Alice found a loophole in the contract to breach. PPRRBBBAALLLTTTT! Alice sighed as her wide Indian booty launched the spicy teriyaki fart directly into my mouth. I had no room to complain, literally and figuratively. My tounge was driving into her pussy, therefore fulfilling the contracts daily obligation; meanwhile my mouth was pummeled with her office chair toots, preventing me from seeking any oral legal action. BBBRRRRMMMPPPPTTT! “Mmmhhmmm,” she sighed, her wide figure leaning into my face. This was how it was after the tests. I actually enjoyed having one steady booty farting on me. And to be honest, Alice’s farts weren’t all that bad, certainly better than, say, May’s. It’s her temperament that got to me. She reached down to squeeze my naked balls… “You want to tell me why May has fucked with our final results the third week standing? Hmm?” FFFFRRAATTLLUUTPPT! It wasn’t a question I was to ansewer, nor capable of. I simply gagged, swallowing the contents of her spicy fart. “You two need to make up or something because I won’t have any more of this horsing around. Lick.” Alice bounced on my face, signaling my work slacking under her vagina. She sighed deeply, a soft silent toot displaying her affection for my tounge. “I like you, Carter. Your our most vigilant research slave and I couldn’t ask for a better taste tester. Pretty soon we’ll have any lady farting like a pro with just a single chocolate bar. A brave new world, hmm?” FFFFTTLLOOOOOPPTTT! The thought,(and fart) of more obese women in the world ready to pounce and gas me gave me shudders. If I’d known any better I’d try to run from this place years ago. Well, run again. I hadn’t even notice how frantic I’d been tonguing Alice. She moaned sensually, rubbing her clit as the juices flowed for a good 10 seconds. Quite the squirter, she was. “Next week you’ll be taste testing the after products from our Goddesses,” she said rising. Dare I ask? “A-after products, Goddess Alice?” She smiled, reaching back to pull my face into her supple booty. “Yes, fartboy. Don’t worry, you don’t get the whole thing. Maybe just a turd or two.” PPPPRRUUTTTTUOOTTT! “Ahhh. I can certainly produce a few logs for you to munch on if you don’t patch things up with May. Understand?” PPWAAAPPPBBTT! I nodded, both out of respect, response, and a deep desire to escape the gnarly farts sickening me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was led back to my room for a little R & R. Easily guessed, I was masturbating hardcore. Goddesscorp didn’t allow for “slave to Goddess interaction”, which meant that if I was caught pleasuring myself to a Goddess there’d be consequences. It was safe to say no Goddess would want to fuck me, either. To them, I had the sexual appeal of a used wad of toilet paper. So, Pornhub on my tablet it was. I dimmed the lights in my room and placed the lotion close to the dresser. Showtime-that was, until I heard a knock on the door. Why May had even knocked in the first place was beyond me. Slaves rooms had no locks and she simply barged in anyways. I sat upright in my bed, taking in her figure as she waltzed over. Almost as terrifying from the front, her naked tan tits bounced tantalizingly like the stinky seductress she was. A cute, devious smile emerged as she leaned against my wall. “What’s up, fartboy?” she cooed. FFFLLTTRRLLSSSLPPPTT! “Ahh, juicy! Wish I could have saved that one for you earlier!” The fart was wetter than...well a swamp of shit, with a few dead bodies strewn about. May jogged to my bed and lept, shaking the frames. I jumped off and gagged as she spread her smell to my sheets. PPPRRROOOPPPPTTT! “Man, these beds are tiny! You should come sleep in my Double XL Queen bed, Farter. There’s plenty of room!” BBRRRROOOOTTTT! Farter, her not-so-clever nickname that burned me deeper than her nasty farts. I daren’t go into requesting she stop name calling me. “What do you want, May?” I asked sternly. She still held her stupid smile, flopping on my covers like a baby. “Ohh Farter, I just wanted to patch things up! Alice had a little talk to me. She seemed mad or something but you seem to be the one that’s butthurt, ha!” PPPPRRROOOSSSHHTT! I watched a mist of ass slime shoot out her crack like shamoo! “Whew, get a whiff of that!” she said, laughing and wiping her crack with my sheet covers. “Hey, what are you watching?” “Stop, that’s mine!” I was too weak and short, and well, a pussy, to grab the tablet from her greasy hands. “Feet fetish? I think you misspelled ‘hot, delicious, farts from May’, fartboy! You like this stuff?” I did-seeing a delicate, mostly scent free part of a woman was the only thing I could get off to around here. May seemed to find it hilarious. “Oh no, we don’t need THIS.” I watched in dismay as she ran the tablet down her asscrack like a credit card. BBBBRRRRRMMMTTTLLLLTLTT! A bubbly fart coated the hamburger fart along the screen. May tossed it aside, grabbing my arm. “You and I are gunna make amends, Farter. You’re gunna learn to appreciate a REAL woman.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May, capable as she was, was a fat, lethargic slob. I bet if I ran my corners right I could scream down the hallways. BBBLLOOOORRRRPPTT! Her spread asscheeks brought me back to my senses. What could I do, cry “RAPE!” in a Goddesscorp facility? May would get every Goddess from halls 1 to 7 to dogpile on me, farting me into a coma...kind of like now. PPLLLLLTTUUUUUUTT! “Ohhh...smell?” she said, reaching back to whisk the fart in my direction with her hand. She knelt only two feet away, in my fucking bed of all places. “French fries and...I don’t know.” PPPPSSSLLLRRSSPPP! “Ketchup, fartboy! Ketchup. Next?” PPOOOOTT! BLLLRRTT! FFLLLAAPPBBTT! I didn't know which fart to address, all so smelly, so potent. I simply moaned, “disgusting.” “Haha, right you are! But nope! I believe goat cheese on the first two and umm...broccoli?” FFFFRRRLLMMPTT! She’d been farting in my face for over an hour now as I stroked my cock. Her sick little game had only one rule: 2 strokes for every flavor guessed right. All the while, a few farts were peppered in and I got to witness her ass spittle coat my eyebrows. I’d been limp for over 15 minutes and 7 wrong guesses straight. I was getting agitated, more so than usual with her. “May I’m...I’m done!” I yelled with a sore throat. She looked back and smiled. “Ohh, tiny pecker boy can’t get it up? Sounds like you just need more practice.” FFFBBLLLRRSSSHLLTTT! A lot more than ass spit was shot onto my lips. I jerked back and gasped, trying to keep the rancid diarrhea out of my mouth. “Oh no, you’ll need a lot more to work with for tomorrow.” said May. I heard her leave the bed and the floor creak. I put the rest together as she grunted. PPPRRLLLSSSHHBBOOOTTT! FFFRRTTASSSHHOOOTT! Two bouts of diarrhea shits puddled onto my floor. These were only May’s finest of feces, ripe with her fruity tooty smell and a taste of acidic orange juice flavor. I looked back to see smothering cheeks jiggle towards my door. “Go ahead and try a sample for tomorrow, Farter. I’m gunna go wash this off in the shower. Unless, you want a taste from the source?” BBBTTRSSLLOOPPPTTT! She left another small puddle outside my front door before laughing and dripping the rest into the hallway. I got no sleep that night, crying and trying to get the room back to the smell of my vanilla candles. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It all felt like a horrid nightmare as I ran down the tasting line. Mikalea thankfully delivered a nut sized turd that was easy to swallow. “Gra-UGHAH-grapefruit. Pain level 8.” I said, hastily licking the shit off my teeth. Alice nodded, yanking on my chain. I moved down to the last participant. May gave me a warm smile as she turned round placed a dentist sized dixie cup near her butthole. PPPTTLLRRAABBSSHHOOTT! She was required to give only a small sample-small, determined by May was the cup overflowing with diarrhea. I had to gulp down every inch in the sample side. “Ahh, here you go Carter. Happy to be working with you!” Then, she left the room, no defiant shit-fart left for my face. “Taste?” Alice said impatiently. I was stuck watching my hellish Goddess saunter out the door. I tried my hardest to gulp down the contents quickly. I stopped midway, the viscous, acidic shit burning harder than 10 shots of vodka. It tasted like a distilled version of May, the orange juice very, very potent. I puked instantly. Alice sighed. “Sounds like that one’s a ten.” |
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