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The Curse of Cassandra WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, AND ANAL VORE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My eyes were too attuned to these situations-I couldn’t look away. Danielle was technically my boss, being head lifeguard and all. However, she also came to be a good work buddy, helped by her wonderful personality and stunning good looks. Oh no, I got to thinking of her...which means that I made eye contact with her parts...her lady parts. My retinas widened as I got a glimpse of her glorious plump booty fit around her onesie swimsuit. She wasn’t fat, just a little plump around the good parts. From around 20 yards away she looked delicious...I felt my vision shroud and knew I would be getting a lot closer look in just a second. My head spun and I took a deep breath, fearing the worse. A second later, I became a flailing leaf in the fabric of space and time. BBBRRRLLLAARRLPPTTTTPTTTTT! Danielle’s cheeks shuddered with the sheer force of her fart. She held nothing back, fearing no embarrassment as the loud music blasting over the speaker drowned out her horrid stench. After 5 seconds I finally settled beneath her asscrack. Her suit was wet and I choked on the wet hot dog smell her ass was giving off. Holding my breath was useless...as always. PPRRRLLTTOOOOSTTHTTT! Another wet fart sharted water into my face...along with the putrid smell, I heard an echo. She was in the bathroom, just where she told me she was going. I couldn’t let her do this to me! Not Danielle, not sweet Danielle! With all my willpower I imagined myself away from her ass, her glorious, beautiful, still rotten ass…. I had to hold onto the brick wall behind me to regain my balance. Fuck, that was a rush! Danielle exited the women’s restrooms, crossing the main pool area to meet me. “Matty, are you okay?” she asked concerned. I averted my eyes, only quickly addressing her face. “I’m fine Danny, it’s just...so hot!” She laughed as I smiled. “Come on, we need to get umbrellas down before it storms. And don’t call me Danny, you little bitch!” She gently shoved me and walked on by. This time, I held my head up to the sky; I knew her cheeks would be shaking like two old friends meeting again. Some times I thought she walked ahead of me because she liked me. If she knew the truth about me, she’d be disgusted. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPPTTTTTUUUUUTTTRRTTTPTT! It wasn’t always the pretty girls Cassandra’s magic works on. Sometimes I caught an unlucky glance. FFRRRRAAAMMPPTTT! The woman’s pants I was trapped inside must have been a triple x size. A BBW, I think I’d call her. PPRRRLLBBUUBLLBBBBLLBBRRBB! Her ass roared in her pants with me caught right between her cheeks, marinating in her ass sweat of the midsummer heat. Every ounce in my body wanted to escape her sinister cheesy farts. I prayed and I thought and I wished upon a lucky star-BBLLRRBBLLTTTTTTT!- her own brown rancid star answered me. As the sly fart blasted past me, I hoped she’d clear herself out before I missed my stop. Finally, after a good 10 minutes, her fart smell dissipated and I rushed back to my body. Everyone turned to look at the poor boy coughing randomly and wildy in his bus seat. God, I must always look like an idiot. I hid eyes behind my seat, praying that some gorgeous cutie would skip the seat next a loser like me. It was a long walk to Cassandra’s house and I didn’t need to keep her waiting. Especially if the excuse was checking out other girls. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cassandra’s home was a burden on me. It wasn’t far, only a few blocks down from my house...that was even how we had met. No, every time I walked into her abode it was always dimly lit, with barely any furniture or dressers for decoration. It seemed every inch of her living space was made for her to- BBBRRRAAAPPPPTTTTTTT! The fart pierced through the halls, followed by a sensual moan from Cassandra. “Come on in Matty! I just had lunch as you can tell...or smell! Haha!” FRRRBBUUUTTTT! I averted my eyes, instead choosing to follow the sound of her Mexican accent and loud ass ripples. PPTTUUTTTTTTT! I had kept her ass waiting; now that I was in her home, I would try to keep it waiting it a little more for my sake. I heard Cassandra grunt and let out another rippling fart. It died out as she began to speak. “So, how was work today, Matty? Did you farp into Danielle’s ass today?”-RRRRAATTT! The fart ended and I heard her feet stand. She must have been finishing up her yoga. “Yes, I-we farped together today. Twice actually.” Cassandra grabbed my chin and lifted it to her face. “Farp” was a term she made for me and her curse..a combination of warp and-FFBBBRRAATTTTT!-well, that. I closed my eyes, just seeing Cassandra’s gorgeous face smile in pleasure. “And were her farts as loud as mine, Matty?” “No,” I replied. “Really? How about smelly? Were they as smelly as mine today?” she said. I heard her stomach rumble and felt her guide my hand down her stomach. I could feel the fart building as we moved to her hips...then her pussy lips...then the back of her yoga pants. PPTTTATTTTTTFFFLPPTTT! A greasy wet fart clung to my palm as she held it back to my face. “No, it wasn’t as smelly!” I replied. “Whose farts are the smelliest then?” she asked, waving my hand around. God, the fart sweat was practically leaping off my hand! “Yours, forever and always!” I responded. “Forever and always,” I heard her reply. “Now, eyes open.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If I hadn’t opened my eyes to the beautiful Latina woman in front of me she would have held me down and done it herself. First, I saw her gorgeous face before she turned, with her daunting curvy figure racing along her height. All the way down to her big, round, juicy, delicious booty. There it was again, forever and always. I farped into her pants, shaking in fear. Their was her ass, stark naked in all it’s glory. I felt the heat pour into my senses. The sweat smell from her workout mixed with her greasy farts which clung to her yoga pants. My eyes watered and my vision blurred from the hazy lines of shit particles passing me by...then: BBLLRRLLBBOBLLRRBBLLRRBB! The bubbly fart launched me to the sweatiest, smelliest corner of her pants, the graveyard of her previous farts. Cassandra sighed, then pushed me back into place against her asshole. She shut her cheeks, letting the massive clobs of buttcheeks seal me in with her pulposus brown asshole. “So, how many woman have you farped into today, Matty?” she asked. “I think 10...including you, Cassandra.” “I know you farped into me! Stupid fucking idiot boy.” She punished me with a series of dry quick farts. BBPPRRTT! FFLLBOOTT! PRRLLTRTT! They only lasted around half a second, but I became sick as her asshole pushed me up and down along the length of her asscrack. Every mini-fart was like a different sampling of her many spicy, gas inducing foods. PPRRAALLBBTT! Her fifteenth mini-fart finaled into her pushing me deeper into her asshole...so deep so as to be inside, in fact. “Don’t ask me any stupid questions like that again, Matty!” she said. It wasn’t a question and I wasn’t being rude in any sense...but I dare not face any more punishment than I’m already due for by backtalking. Cassandra walked around the kitchen preparing dinner for herself. I smelled no outside smells in her asshole, just a constant, recurring bout of flatulence. PPRRAAMMBBPPTT! These farts had a base to them, and a flat, bitter taste. She was cooking with beans...most likely a cheese quesadilla night. “Cassandra, how long do I have left?” I finally asked...well shrieked after a horrendous squeeky fart sent me coughing. She sighed. “Dinner’s ready you stupid boy! And I am just sitting down to eat!” I felt my feet tuck in as her asshole shrunk, enveloped by her cheeks..no doubt she was sitting down. PPTTOOOORRRTTTTT! A dry airy fart from her meal began coating my skin. “No, not this meal!” I cried panicked. Although, my headache from her poop chute tightness was killing me...I would like to know how long my torture session would be. “Mistress Cassandra, how long do I have till the curse is gone?” There was silence, followed by a rumble from her booty. She sighed, tightening her sphincter around me. No farts were released...so far. “You know I add on another day every time you ask, Matty. The punishment for staring at my ass needs to be paid.” The buildup was too much for her; I gagged as a small build of gas purred around my body. “COUGH, no please Mistress Cassandra, I didn’t mean to stare at your ass. I mean, you’re just so beautiful and...it’s been over 6 months.” FFBBBBAAAARRRTTTTTTTTT! I was relieved from her asshole’s grip only to be deafened by the massive bean and cheese toot. I sat coughing in her asshole as the rank smell perpetrated me for a good 30 seconds. She ate quietly, probably contemplating. The spell keeps me shrunk until the host female’s stink dissipates from my sight. Trapped in her asshole, there was no chance I’d be growing. I felt a pressure, then watched as Cassandra shat me into her underwear. To my surprise, she defiled her fingers and reached down to pull me out. “You are close Matty boy. Very close to finishing. Do you want to do a Loaded Night? Let’s say another week off your list?” It might have been the fresh air that sent me into a confident mood...I was so close! Cassandra brought me to her face. She seemed disinterested, bored even...but sincere. “I-yes, I’ll do it.” I said finally. Cassandra laughed, then grinned licking her lips. “I’m going to need more toppings.” she said, placing me in her bra. As I jiggled in her soft warm breasts, I couldn’t find any sexual satisfaction in the situation. Cassandra moved about her plate, topping it off with salsa, fried rice, even MORE beans, ricotta cheese, and butter, lots of butter. She was intending to brew a storm, with me inside. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cassandra looked fucking ridiculous with a diaper around her waist. When she wanted to torture me, she wore the sexiest of underwear and thongs, trying to provoke my sexual nature while ripping the most disgusting ass I’ve experienced in my life. But tonight, I agreed to the Loaded Night in her ass...and she wasn’t going to risk her panties for my sake. Cassandra placed my in the diaper and I was met with her cheeks. In the darkness, I said my last goodbye to her sexy, subtle features. The way her cheeks batted me about, plumply casting me aside like two big sexy boulders. I was just a plaything to them while they laughed and cast judgement down on me like Gods with their farts. PPPTTRRAALLSTTTSSSSSSHHHTTTTTTSSLLTTTTTT! A swimming pool of diarrhea began shooting from her anus. I could only gag and cough as the acidic, smelly shit caked along her asscrack, sending me deeper into the diaper fabric. For a whole 40 seconds I gagged and squirmed as I was pushed deeper and deeper into a body pile of shit I couldn’t escape. PPRRRRSSLLHTTOOT! FFFLLLBBBBAATTPTTT! Half farts and half sharts followed, stinking the diaper further with either semi solid or gaseous stink. After another minute, Cassandra smiled, grunting one last time to check if her ass had any more shit to give me. It didn’t, thank god. “Good night fartboy,” she said sleepily. She turned to her side, at least letting me avoid the pressure of her ass. The worst wasn’t even over. I sat for hours, gargling feces that smelt of a body pile as it dried along her cheeks. Eventually, I solidified myself along her crack, gasping for air as the still liquid feces ran along her ass while she turned in the night. FFFBBRRROOAATT! Her ass farted, sounding like nothing life changing had happened to it hours before. BBLLLOOOOPPTTT! It simply carried out its duty of torturing me, continually reassuring me of my place between her massive shit-stained ass cheeks. PLLLLLAAATTTUURRRLLLPPPP! He asshole let out a unique fart, bubbling and hissing along the dried shit I had accompanied. As the fart carried on, my head spun and I felt my lungs clamp with every breath. I was right beside her pink,(I geuss now dark brown) asshole; it’s edges pushed my head outward as it rose and fell, almost taunting me. To my left I could see her left cheek. It brought me back to that one summer sidewalk, when I chose to peek over her fence instead of walk the rest of the way home. She was sunbathing, a perfect tanned beauty without a care in the world. She was flat on her back, staring at the sky without a care in the world. Suddenly, she stretched and I moved to a whole in the fence to get a safer look. She smiled where I once stood, then turned around. Her big, beautiful ass ran along her blue swimsuit and I drew a breath. Out of nowhere, I could feel my presence being lessened in the universe. I looked up-the whole I was peeping through was just my size. In an instant, I was trapped in a dark brown cave of her asscheeks. She laughed, wiggling her hips as I was bashed around her asscrack. “Looks like I caught a peeping tom!” she said. PTTUUURRTTT! The fart was quick, mixed in with tanning oil and a deep, onion smell. “Oh you’re going to pay for looking at me little boy. You are MINE now. Forever and ALWAYS!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPTTTUURRLLBBBRRAALLBBPOOPPTTBBTTT! A fierce, rank fart ripped out her ass and I was sucked from my moment. She groaned in her sleep, then her ass sunk into the bedsheets. I was once again flush with her wet shit as her ass sunk into the mattress. The smell was overwhelming me, shrouding my vision and senses; now her ass buried me deeper, pushing me more and more into her excrement. BBLLRRRLLAALLBBRRLLBBOOOTTT! Her fart roared past me as she settled in. The beefy smell sent me into a smelly, dark coma. The last words I could remember thinking were, “forever and always.” |
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