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The Goddess Outlet WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. Upon the light blue wall of the Manager's office, there hung a row of employee of the month awards. There were many candidates for selection, but the most frequent picture was that of a darker skinned woman with dark brown hair, a wide set of hips and a tall figure. Bethany was a prime candidate for The Goddess Outlet. Her figure, farts, and equipment aptitude made her an expert in her field. Below her, (literally and figure) was Ryan, slave of the month for some time now. Bethany leaned back in her office chair, scrunching his face deeper between her cheeks. BRRRRAABBLLLPTTT! “Ahhh,” she sighed, enjoying her filthy ass ripping plaster on Ryan’s face. He squirmed ever so slightly, so the tip of his pointed nose tickled the back of her work jeans. Bethany enjoyed his torment. She decided she’d take it a step further. Her booty rose, allowing her to remove her pants. She gave her ass a slight jiggle for Ryan. She could be merciful to her employees-BBRRRUULLLBBBBTTT!-but she also knew when to keep them in line. Her ass, now naked, re-assumed its position on his face. BBBLLLLUUUUUTTTT! A sharply defined fart masked Ryan’s face in the rest of her indian dinner. He coughed, having difficulty with the potent fart, then began sniffing. Bethany loved working with Ryan. He had a real nose for this stuff. And she had a real ass for him. Her hand reached to her pussy, considering pleasuring herself to the fart vibrations on his face. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. “Come in,” she replied, easing her butthole into a resting position. She could practically feel the tension leaving the boy. In entered Kacy, a floor attendant. “Hey Bethany, there’s a mistress out here who wants some special advice.” Bethany nodded and smiled. “Thanks Kacey. Tell her I’ll be out in a minute, alright?” “Sure thing. Bye Ryan!” she cooed. PPLLLRRRUUTTT! Bethany’s ass silenced Ryan, regardless of his response. Kacy shut the door and Bethany was left alone to herself. She really liked this job and she really liked helping customers. But why did they always come at inconvenient times?! Bethany sighed. “Ah well, Ryan. Geuss we better make this quick.” Bethany pulled a knob on her Fartmaster 3000 chair, raising the back to sit her in a squatting position. “Open.” she declared. Ryan’s mouth quivered as he did so, his lips stretching over Bethany’s asshole. She wasted no time. BBRRRUULLPPPTTT! “Ohhh yes,” cried Bethany. It was a good fart, echoing so alluringly against Ryan’s mouth. She gave another push, allowing quite the large log push out her anus. No matter how much practice Ryan had gotten, he always panicked with her shit in his mouth. He cried as the rice and curry reincarnated itself into a molten lava of hardened shit in his mouth. Bethany flexed in and out, pushing the turd against the back of his throat. She giggled as his gag reflex kicked in. Toying with him was SOO much fun...maybe she’d take longer than a minute. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bethany dragged Ryan’s chains as he slowly walked behind her. She turned towards him and motioned towards her lips. Ryan hesitated, then wiped his own mouth. Good, Bethany’s shit was now concealed from his face-except maybe in his teeth. Good thing slaves were forbidden to smile on the show floor. The Mistress stuck out among the isles of hardware. Bethany had to gawk at her stature. She was huge, over 9 foot tall and appearing to weigh over 300 pounds. She wasn’t fat...maybe big boned was the word. Her thighs looked like they could crush a slave’s skull with enough pressure. Connected to them was a booty she had only dreamed of. It looked like two meaty bookbags connected to her hips. Bethany took a second to wipe her admiration off her face. All good. Ryan, meanwhile was quivering like a scared puppy. She smiled, and decided to let him be. It may be courteous to show that this Mistress instills fear in her workers. “Hello, I’m Bethany, regional manager for the uptown Goddess Outlet.” Bethany shook the Mistress’s hand. “And you are?” “I am Mistress Isabelle. But you can call me Belle.” said the woman. BBRRRPBBTT! She let out a quaint fart for someone her size. “Not bad,” joked Bethany. The Mistress smiled. “Thank you. I’ve saved more for when I try out your merchandise.” “Of course, of course.” said Bethany. She liked this woman’s style. “Is there anything I can help you with?” The Mistress leaned back to scratch her yoga pants; manners were no matter for a Mistress of her status. “Well, to be honest, I’m a little underwhelmed. You see, I am part Amazonian, and you don’t seem to have any seats available for my weight and size. My ass specifically.” PPPRRLLLTTT! Bethany nodded. The woman was being polite, but she could tell by her farts that her ass was impatient. It needed something worthy to test itself on. “Mistress Belle, come with me. I think we have just the thing for you!” Mistress Belle smiled. “Lead the way my child.” Bethany did. Ryan stayed closer to Bethany than he ever could. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mistress Belle, meet the Tootscoot 9000!” Bethany proudly declared, gesturing towards the seat beside her. “It’s specially accommodated to fit any slave or master’s size!” Belle walked around the chair’s side, admiring it’s sturdy leather structure and patting it’s velvet black linings. “Oh it’s wonderful! Might I test it out?” she asked. “Of course!” said Bethany. She snapped her fingers. Ryan pleaded with her; of course, Bethany gave him a cold stare in return. His head drooped low and he headed for the chair. “Note the under compartment our slave Ryan is heading to. Conveniently located underneath the chair, you can have up to three slave heads sniffing your gas from underneath!” Ryan’s head stuck itself into the mold. “Ah excellent,” said Mistress Belle. Ryan’s mouth went agape with shock. The large woman spread, her cheeks, revealing a butthole crusted in damp swamp ass hairs and fecal matter. Her butthole was massive, it’s circumference covering the length of Ryan’s eyes and nose. FFFRRRRROOOOOOMMMMPPPTTT! “Ohhh, very, very nice!” said Belle, exasperated. Bethany smiled. Her toot was massive and relieved. “Strange, I can’t even smell the bean burritos I ate earlier,” said Belle, mashing her booty deeper into a moaning Ryan’s face. “Yup,” said Bethany smiling. “The Tootscoot 9000 focuses your stench with pinpoint accuracy onto the slave’s face. Ryan is taking the full force of your farts; no escape routes, no oxygen. I’d suggest caution…” BBRRRAAPPTTLLLLSSTTTHHFFRRRRRRTTT! “...or not!” Bethany and Belle shared a laugh as Ryan squirmed underneath. She was secretly quite jealous of her massive fart-she could never change her farts tones like that. But she had to admit, she was impressed. “Go ahead, keep at it!” urged Bethany. Belle did. FFRRRRROOPPPTT! BBLLRRRRAAPPTTLLFFTT! BBRRRPPUUUPPTSTH! BBLLLARRBBTT! PRRROOOOOOTTT! Fart after disgusting fart plunged itself into the chair. The Mistress shifted her ass cheeks side to side, covering Ryan in stink at every angle. Bethany giggled. “Watch this!” she added, grabbing the chairs remote. With a press of a button, the left side of the leg rest titled upwards, bringing the Mistress’ leg to a rise. Ryan’s head poked out of half her asscheek, gasping for what little air there was. “My goodness! What a splendid position. I haven’t lifted my asscheeks this wide in years!” said Belle. She grunted. BBRRAAAFFFFFFFTTTTTTT! Bethany watched Bell’s fart waves hit Ryan directly in the face. Most of it got in his mouth; he was too stupid to close it as her butthole flexed. “Ahhh, quite the toot, hmm slave?” added Bell. She raised her other leg with the remote, then added another blasting. BBRRRAAALLPPTTTTT! Ryan coughed as the pair of women giggled. Bell brought her legs back down, silencing Ryan once more. “I see the chair keeps the slave quiet. Is it soundproof?” said Belle. “You betcha,” said Bethany. “Reupholstered lining keeps the slave screams to a minimum. Imagine drifting off to sleep gassing your slave, without hearing them bitch or complain!” “Ah, a fine idea indeed!” added Belle. PPRRROOOMMPPTT! Her butt seemed to agree with the notion. “Well I do admit this is nice and all. But is there a mobility option? Too often I have to submerge a slave in my ass whilst I set out to get a snack.” Bethany smiled, pulling out another compartment in the chair. “Take a walk with me, Mistress Belle.” Belle walked, a trail of tubing behind her. It led to a suction cup against her butthole; the other end, lay in the chair, with Ryan still breathing inside. “The tubing is reinforced rubber, able to withstand any pressure of gas intake,” continued Bethany. “As you can see, the vacuum sealed lid ensures your farts go directly to the slave, no seepage whatsoever!” Mistress Belle stopped, raising a leg. FFFRRRRROOMBBTTTT! The explosive fart was muffled, but the visible fart air traveled like a rocket along the tube. “Ahh, I can picture him gasping on it now.” said Belle. Bethany saw her reach down her pants. “I’m sorry Mistress, but we can’t allow public masturbation in the storeroom. Company policy,” Bethany said sweetly. Belle laughed, a trio of farts pushing out her ass. “Sorry my dear, he’s just such a good little slave. Where did you find him?” “Who Ryan? Oh he’s been a day one employee really,” said Bethany. “But he sniffs like he was fresh out the womb, lemme tell ya.” “I agree, he’s fantastic,” said Mistress Belle, pausing to shoot out a heft fart. “Which brings me to my next question. How much for your slave boy?” Bethany was a little offput. “I’m sorry Mistress Belle, but he’s really not for sale. Besides, don’t you think he’s...well, not your type?” Bethany was surprised to see the Mistress smile-she just realized that “type” probably wasn’t the best terminology. Belle followed her trail of tubing back to the chair. Ryan cowered inside the chairs compartment, quivering even more once the two women showed up. “Oh Bethany, he’s just such a treat. My ass feels connected to this boy. I feel like him and my ass are one!” PRRRRRRRUUULLLBBBPPPTTTT! Bethany saw what she meant; Ryan could almost sense the heatwave of her beefy fart come down the tube. “Oh, I feel like the boy almost completes the set.” she went on. “And don’t worry. I’ve gone through my fair share of slaves in my time. I’m harsh, but I can be delicate to keep them around and sniffing.” Bethany wasn’t so sure about that notion. She looked down to see Ryan choking on nothing. Upon closer examination, she saw a mass amount of green stink waves pouring down the tube. An SBD-a VERY deadly one at that. “All right. Here, let me talk to my manager,” said Bethany, turning to leave. “Feel free to try out the rest of the chairs features. Oh, and if you break it, you buy it, so be careful!” Mistress Belle took off the tube and relaxed on the chair. “I assume that goes for the boy as well?” PPRRLLLUUURRRLLBBBBBBTTT! Bethany smiled, then headed for her office. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yes...and if she buys the chair with Ryan we can charge her triple. No, she won’t take any other slave. All right. Ok, I’ll tell her. Thanks Yvette, bye.” Bethany sighed and hung up the phone. Upper management agreed, this deal was too good to pass up. She headed for the Tootscoot 9000. “Oh splendid, just splendid!” said Belle, springing from the chair. “Did you hear that, Ryan? You’re coming home with ME!” Bethany saw the poor look on Ryan’s face. It was hard to gauge his emotions. Half his face was covered in dark brown spots where the Mistress’ asshole had kissed it. She could smell him from 5 feet away. “Hope you have fun Ryan!” she said cheerfully, masking her sadness. Ryan broke down crying, then and there. Bethany was no crybaby, but she emphasized with him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bethany grunted as the last of her log barreled through her anus. “HRGH!” PRROOOOOTT! The fart gave way to a shit that felt like it would literally tear her a new asshole. The slave beneath her struggled to keep it in his mouth; the poop mixed itself along his chin. “Chew, boy, chew!” said Bethany. PPRRRAAABBBBTTT! She shoved her fingers between her clit for a climax. The boy moaned with his mouth still full of her shit. It was a good session...but not “Ryan” good. Bethany rose to allow the boy some breathing room. She looked down to see him groveling about something. “No talking! When you’re on the clock, you’re servicing my ass, got it?” The boy murmured something back. “If you can’t swallow my shit, I’m more than happy to send another log to plunge it through. Perhaps I can fart down your throat to clear the way?” Bethany flexed her brown-stained asshole to emphasize her threat. The boy wildly shook his head and began chewing. “Good. I want you done in 3. That was a hefty shit and you have plenty of cleaning to do.” PPPPPRRRFFFFTT! With the remaining feces sharted on the boys face, Bethany rose off his neck to read her emails. She sighed. Ryan would be finished already. Scrolling through a list of company emails, Bethany came across a christmas greetings card...and it was from Mistress Isabelle! She hastily opened it. Mistress Belle was adorned in a sexy santa claus outfit,(revealing in the fanciest of ways). She sat on the Tootscoot 9000, her massive thighs spread apart. She smiled at the camera, also showing a strong grimace on her face. Bethany looked lower to see the fart she was unleashing. My my! The green heat waves around her asshole were astonishing, clearly Mistress work! Bethany could barely make out her prolapsed asshole past the haze. Trapped underneath her mountainous booty mounds was Ryan, taking the fart full force in his face. Bethany giggled. His face was now a shit-stained brown color. She almost didn’t recognize him! She found herself laughing at his facial expression. His mouth drooped low and his tounge stuck out in disgust. Clearly, he was enduring a very harsh, eggy fart. Bethany smiled and closed her laptop. Oh well. She at least found joy that her top employee was finding a good place in the world. She looked down at her current number two...and the stupid slave boy chewing on it. “Are you kidding me?!” she said, gawking at the apprentice still chewing through the last of her shit. “Open your mouth boy. Clearly you need a helping hand...or ass!” Bethany farted long and hard in the boy’s mouth as he gagged on her feces and stink. He wasn’t Ryan status yet...but he soon would be.
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PPPHHHRRRRPPPTT! Ryan scooted to the edge of his confides to escape the smell. It did little, as always. Her beefy farts were inescapable, filled with villainous methane from her unkempt, unwashed asshole. Issabelle was a professional, with a body to prove it. She always knew how to make Ryan cringe underneath her mighty ass. “I don’t feel your face against my ass, boy.” she muttered. As punishment, she pulled down her pants. Ryan sighed as her now exposed asshole flexed down at him. He knew his duties...and he knew the punishment would be more severe if he didn’t fulfill them. He stuck his nose between her huge cheeks. PPRRRRRROOOOOTTT! The fart hit him point blank, it’s sulfur infused with his brain. “Suck it all in, my boy. We need to get you ready. I can’t have you just sucking my farts. Right now, you’re a fart cushion.” PRRRLLLBBBTTT! “But soon...you’ll be something much more. Something every Goddess's wishes for.” Her asshole flexed and Ryan froze as the texture touched his lips. “You’ll be my dutiful little toilet.” FFRRRPPPTT! A log pressed forth along her asshole and Ryan immediately backed away. He heard an inhuman growl as his mistress pushed the log into his living space. Out and out it went. Ryan could smell it clump against the floor...and just like that, Isabelle sucked it into her ass, jiggling as she did so. “Don’t worry my little protegee’. This isn’t for you. Not yet.” FFRRRRRPPPPTT! On that departing fart, the mistress rose from the chair, letting Ryan stew in her stink. He heard her cross the hall into the bathroom. More grunts followed. Ryan held his nose, reflecting on his life. Isabelle had kept him her personal fart slave for almost two months now. He had been kept in constant pain smelling her ass, being used as a face cushion. FRRRLLOOOPPPTT! He heard her massive fart echo through the toilet and across the hall. Inhuman sounds bursted forth from her ass. Ryan had nightmares thinking about what was being dropped in that toilet. He had been sent a number of times to unclog it himself. It was practically the only time he got to stretch his legs. Isabelle came back and resumed her position on the chair. “Fret not, Ryan. I still got you some leftovers.” PPLLRRRPPPTT! The too big ass let out a too big fart. Ryan gagged as the shit smell added on to the ferocity of her toot. He took in his last breath of fresh air and tug into her asshole. “Ahhh, good boy,” said Isabelle, flexing her asshole. Ryan couldn’t see, but he knew it was the size of a softball. He worked quickly, for every moment the shit taste would be seared in his mouth. FFRRRLLLAAPPPTT! Along with the occasional shart from his mistress. “Ahhh, just imagine Ryan. You swallowing one of my loads. I’ll admit, all my servants have had a rough first time with it. But you’ll get used to it. Trust me.” BRRLLLRROOOBBPPTT! “You might even enjoy it!” Ryan took a break to catch his breath as her latest shit-filled fart rolled around his tounge. He felt anger...and disappointment in himself. He looked at Isabelle asshole flexing in front of him, taunting him to come closer. Ryan wouldn’t take it. He couldn’t it. He vowed then and there...whatever it took: he would NOT become Isabelle’s toilet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The days were long and smelly in Isabelle’s house. Ryan sat through TV sitcoms, two dinners and Isabell’s jazzercise sessions. Finally, night time had come. Ryan’s point of freedom. Isabelle sat on the Tootscoot once again, her yoga pants still sweaty from her exercise. BBRRRRRRRTTT! “Good night my little fart cushion. Maybe I’ll let you taste a bit of my shit tomorrow. Something liquid first, just to get you weaned on my waste.” PSSSSHHHHTTTT! Ryan cringed as her sweaty fart rained down on his face. Within minutes, Isabelle slept, her asscrack competing with her snores. FRRRRRRRPPPPTT! BBRRRRRTTT! BBBLLLLOOOPPTT! Isabelle released her worse farts in the evenings. Nothing to kill, just enough to torture Ryan through the night. However, Ryan had different intentions. He figured he had waited long enough. WIth all his might, Ryan pushed against her mighty booty, trying to lift the mounds of flesh forward. BBRRRRRLLLBBBB! A meaty fart slowed his progress; it was if her booty was trying to stop him. Ryan cleared his throat and pushed onwards. With all his strength, Ryan finally found her asscrack at the end of her pants. He gently pulled back the pants, revealing her shitstained asscrack. BBBBRRTTTTTTTPP! Already, Ryan could feel her hot fart kicking in. HIs face was coated in her stink. It stuck around much more fervently than with her pants on. But this was it...his chance. He stuck his nose inside her cheeks and closed his eyes. FFRRRRPPPPTT! POOORRRTTTTTT! FFFFFLLBBBBBOOPPTT! The farts rang out as time went on. Ryan breathed deep, with great difficulty. He had sniffed directly from her ass before. But never willingly. And never for this long. PPPRRRRSSSSSTTTTT! A silent eggy fart ended abruptly, showering him with Isabelle’s stink. He let the hot air take him, the smell permeating his nostrils. In another life, he had imagined himself liking being this close to a female ass. BBRRRROOAALLBBTT! Isabelle quickly reminded him why he despised it as her sour cream and milky fart blasted into him. Ryan stumbled back, then put his face back for more. He could almost feel her cheeks relax on top of him. Suddenly, they tensed up, swallowing his face between her crack. BBRRRRRAAAAPPLLLTTTOOTT! That did it! A monstrous 5 second fart blasted out, sounding like a gunshot. Ryan stumbled back. HIs vision clouded as the garlic and buttery fart flew overhead. As he stumbled into unconsciousness, he could hear Isabelle;s ass bidding him goodbye. Forever. BRRRRRROOOPPTT! FFFLLLAABBBBBTT! FFRRRPPLBBBBLLLBBBOOTTT! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabelle rose off her chair, satisfied from a long night's work. It was funny. Usually, Ryan would be against the face hole, gasping for air. To which, she would fart on his face once again. But there was no sound. Isabelle opened the chair cushion and found Ryan. The smell of last night's farts wafted against her nose, putrid and everlasting. She giggled, taking in her wonderful fumes. She pulled up her pants. “Well played my little fart cushion. But you still aren’t getting out of your toilet duties. Not yet.” Isabelle reached for the cordless phone and set her naked ass upon the chair once more. “Hello, Goddess Outlet? Yes, I’ll hold.” BBBRRRRRRAAAAPPBBTT! Isabelle farted long and hard on Ryan’s corpse. Poor boy, he had only taken her farts at half strength thus far. She would have loved to show him the full capabilities of her asshole. Isabelle grunted, then pushed harder. A log began to form, snaking it’s way onto Ryan’s face. “Yes, hello….UURRGGH!.... my name is Isabelle. I’d like to request another slave for my Tootscoot 9000?” PPLLOOPPTT! A final shart released the python sized turd on Ryan. She rose to look down on his pathetic figure. “Oh yes, totally shit out on me. I assure you, he was worth the time I had him with.” FFRRRRRPPPTTTT! Isabelle released another rancid ripper and placed her mighty booty cheeks on the chair. “Do you have any more like him? Oh yes I know, but trust me. This one got lucky. I have my way of mending their spirits...usually.” FFRRRRRROOOAALLPPTT! Shit flowed from Isabell’s ass like a waterfall. The waste filled the compartment, sealing poor Ryan in her shit. “Oh you deliver? Wonderful, I would be happy with a delivery today. Yes, I can have the chair cleaned, no problem.” FFRRRPPTT! A final shart let her shit go to the wayside. “Yes. No, thank you.” Isabelle hung up the phone and sighed. She really did miss Ryan. He was quite the trooper. But now, his body would serve a purpose. She made herself comfy on the chair, waiting for her new slave to arrive. When he came, she would show him what happened to little slaves that disobey. The poor slave would practically BEG to lick her asshole clean. |
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