The Protector
by Slave Fart

I still think I manipulated myself into becoming... this... thing... I know I hate what I am and what I do. At least, I think I do?

Maybe I should start at the beginning...

Jenna and I grew up together. She was always shy and always getting picked on. She was super plain as kids and not a tomboy, but not really a girly girl. She just didn't fit in.

My parents were wealthy and I was the athlete, so I was Mr. Popular. Jenna's dad and my dad were best buds from forever ago, so they stayed hanging out. Someone once made fun of Jenna's mom and my dad beat the shit out of them. Three bikers tried to grab my mom's ass and Jenna's dad put one of them in the hospital. That's just the kind of friends they are.

Because of that, you always hang out with the kids of your parent's friends. So I met Jenna. We were both only children and I was fiercely protective of her when I could be. But we didn't go to the same grade school, so I wasn't always around.

"I just feel safe with you JN," she told me once.

My heart melted.

It wasn't like a usual or normal crush, because I never really wanted to do anything sexual with Jenna. I wanted to love her and make her feel loved. That was really all I ever wanted for her. To feel loved and confident.

In high school, we ended up finally at the same school. I'd had two growth spurts and was huge, now. I starred as a linebacker and running back. Nobody wanted any part of trying to tackle me. I scored 7 touchdowns in my first game as a freshman on Varsity. Immediately, I was the most popular kid in school, again.

Jenna hadn't grown yet, though. And she continued to be timid. Because of that, there was kid, Jeremy something or other, that tried to take advantage of her. I'd caught wind that he planned to take her on a fake date and then drive to the middle of nowhere to mess with her.

I told him that if he didn't show her a wonderful time, I'd beat the shit out of him and then I'd make him lay on the ground while Jenna defecated directly into his mouth.

He was crying and agreed.

I'll never forget how sad Jenna was when she told me about the date. Jeremy had shown her an absolutely wonderful evening, to the point where he felt like the ultimate gentlemen, despite having a poor reputation. Unfortunately, at the end, he said he couldn't date her because she was too good for him.

Things continued like that throughout high school. I'd hear of a plot to embarrass her, I'd intervene, she'd end up with a really positive experience that seemed to end abruptly to her.

For me, the threat was always the same, because Jenna had talked about it a lot, even as kids. She'd said she wanted to poop in someone's mouth. I remember the first time she said it, too. She said it after she farted and waited for me to catch the stink. So I always told the kids that wanted to prank her that they'd end up with a mouthful of Jenna's shit if they ever did embarrass her. And I meant it. I wanted her to destroy them if they tried to even slight her.

I was always on Jenna's side.

By Senior year, the pranks stopped even forming. Things were especially tough for a Mark in our grade that said Jenna was the worst, so I made him offer to eat her ass while she farted. Lucky for him, Jenna turned it down. She told me about it and said the thought of having that power over someone else was the best thought she'd ever had, but she didn't think she could do that. She wanted to do it to someone, but she wouldn't tell me who.

Nobody would mess with Jenna. I was on my way to one of the 48 schools to offer me a scholarship.

Jenna came over one day and said, "I got into U of P! Can you believe it?!"

"No way! I just heard back and got a scholarship, there!"

Jenna's face broke into a smile, "Maybe we could find off-campus housing together?! Oh, this is so exciting!"

She was starting to get more and more cute, but puberty hadn't exactly ever given her the body of a woman, so it felt weird to try looking for a butt when she walked away and there was none.

Nobody was all that surprised when I chose U of P. It was a good football school and had a nice reputation for business. Plus, once people found out that's where Jenna was going, they figured it made even more sense.

Freshman year felt so different from high school. There were no pranks on Jenna and we had a blast living together. She never dated because she said she couldn't find the right guy. I never dated because when would I have time?

Things felt automatic and simple for four years. The only two things that changed were that I broke my knee and lost any chance of playing pro football and that Jenna found a gym routine that WORKED. Slowly from Freshman to Senior year, she transformed into an absolute smokeshow. I did my best to not notice, but even I had a hard time looking away.

We both graduated and I found a job in the city and Jenna said she didn't know what to do when she couldn't find a job.

"Move in with me," I said, "You'll find more work in the city than you will back home."

Jenna looked down at her feet, "I feel like I've just leeched off you my whole life..."

"What? How can you say that? You're special, Jenna. I'll show you that one day."

We hugged and she said, "Ok. I'll move in with you."

That was the start of it all, because now things felt very different...

I spent that first summer in a daze and worked some late nights. There were countless women that wanted to sleep with me, but I just couldn't bring one of them home. I didn't want to intimidate Jenna.

Jenna never went out, so she couldn't bring anyone home. One night, on a Friday, I decided to forego my plans and went home to Jenna. She was on the couch with ice cream and had apparently eaten an entire pizza. She was in outstanding shape now, so she could afford it, but we shared a bathroom and I knew what all that food meant. Big, stinky dump in the morning.

She was softly crying and I saw it.

"What's wrong, Jenna?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there."

"No, it's ok," I sat next to her.

"Well... I just got this mean text from Jackie, remember her from high school?"

I did. Jackie was a bitch. The text said, "You'll never get what you want. You should just die."

It was an awful thing to send and something that you'd think we'd have grown out of at 22.

Then Jenna just absolutely broke down.

"I'm a failure," she was crying, "I am an utter failure. I haven't done anything. I just keep living with you, and you're clearly so much better than me. This sucks. My life sucks."

Her head went into my shoulder and I said, "I'm definitely not better than you."

"Yeah right! Look at your life! Look at you! What cou-"

"Let me take you to dinner, Jenna."

She smirked, "A pity date?"

"No, not a pity date. I really want to take you out."

It felt forced, but at the same time I wanted to make Jenna happy. So she put on a dress and we headed out to Darmino's, a steak house off Main street.

We had a great night, actually. Jenna was a lot more fun than I realized she'd be. She wasn't a drag or anything, but she could be a bit of a downer with her lack of self esteem. But she was confident this night, and dare I say kind of sexy...

See, I like a woman with a little power over me. It's a big turn on and I kind of gave Jenna the ability to dominate me in some conversations, but she was always too timid. But tonight she was talkative and confident and I was into it.

We had some wine and then headed back.

"You know... This was my first date," Jenna said as we stopped at the door, "This is the part of the date where the guy usually kisses the woman, isn't it?"

"It is,"I was looking into her light blue eyes. She was waiting for me...

When we kissed, it was clear she'd never kissed anyone.

She put her hand on my chest and said, "Would it ruin everything if I wanted us to have sex?"

"Not at all, Jenna."

I opened to door to our apartment and we headed to my room.

We started to get into it and I started to eat her pussy. She put her hand on the back of my head and kept kind of pushing my further down, but it was like she was pushing me toward her ass, but she was on her back and couldn't quite get me to make contact, so she adjusted with her legs in the air and her asshole was now in a position to be licked, but we'd never talked about it.

"What are you doing, Jenna?"

"I want you to keep licking my pussy," she gestured, but kind of pointed at her asshole. Did she not know what her pussy was?

"Your asshole? Do you want me to eat your ass?"

Jenna sat up quickly, "Isn't that a part of it all?"

"I mean, it can be, we just hadn't talked about it and..."

"Oh no, I've ruined it!"

I saw tears welling, so I saved it, "No, Jenna. Please. I want to eat your ass. I really do. I want to lick and suck and kiss your anus, but I didn't want to without knowing you were ok with it. Are you sure it's ok if I eat your ass, Jenna? Can I please?"

She calmed down and smiled, "Yes. I'll let you lick my asshole."

She giggled and flipped over. I put my face down near her asshole and her anus smelled a little ripe. She must not have wiped properly or something, but I couldn't let her feel self conscious, so I pulled apart her pretty bubbled ass cheeks and started licking and cleaning her butthole. Her asshole was sort of pushing in and out. I couldn't tell if she was trying to fart or hold one back.

Again, I didn't want her to be unsure of herself, so I said, "If you have to fart, you can just let it go."

"Oh... Really? I have to fart so bad. Are you sure I can fart in your mouth? I can really fart in your face?"

I sighed silently, "Yes, Jenna. Please fart in my face. I want you to fart in my mouth."

"This is amazing," she said to herself.

Slowly, her gas started to seep out of her butthole. I couldn't believe how bad it smelled at first. It was like pure shit. And then I made probably the biggest mistake of my life.

"Thank you for farting in my mouth, Jenna. I really enjoyed it. Please feel free to do that again any time you want."

"Oh! Really? Ok, then!"

And then I spent the next hour and a half eating Jenna's farts. She ripped one every minute or so. At one point I said, "Are you ready for sex?"

Jenna just said, while ripping a massive, nasty fart, "I'm really enjoying this ass worship while you eat my farts, if that's ok?"

"Oh, yeah. I actually prefer eating farts and licking your asshole to sex, anyway."

My lies would absolutely catch up to me...

Jenna farted again, this one was slow coming out.

"Honestly, I was so afraid of, like, your penis going inside me. But this is amazing."

As she said it, her fart bubbled at the end, sounding very wet because it was not in fact a wet fart, but a shart.

"Oh my gosh!!! I'm so sorry," she couldn't help but laugh a little as she turned her head around, "There's a little of my, um... There's a little of my poop around your mouth. And, oh no... My poop is on your tongue! I'm so sorry!"

I was horrified. The taste was terrible, the smell was so bad, but I couldn't have her feeling anything but amazing. Jenna deserved a win.

"No, Jenna, actually," I sighed, "This is really good. It tastes just really good. I like it."

Her face became very happy, "You do? Well... I mean... We can just... Do... That?"

"Um, I mean..."

Jenna moved a little, careful not to get her shitty ass on the sheets, "No, no, this is good. I'm actually really enjoying this. And since you're always helping me out, then I think I can help you out by shitting in your mouth."

"Shitting in my mouth?"

My hesitation gave her pause and I could tell she was again on the verge of tears, "Unless you were faking this and I'm a fool! Oh no! You were just trying to be nice!"

She looked so scared, so I said, "No! Jenna! You misunderstood! I just meant that if you shit in my mouth this time, then like wouldn't I want it all the time?"

She calmed down, "Oh! Oh, don't worry about that! I'll just use you as my toilet from here on out! You've always been so nice to me! If you want to just eat my shit, I'll happily let you! I can finally do something nice for you, for once! Go ahead, lay down. You can just be my toilet."

I had convinced her that I liked this, but now she thought she was doing me a favor. I was so scared...

But I laid down. Maybe I could break it to her another day, but for now.

"Ok, toilet. Open your mouth."

I did and she started to push, just a little. I knew it wouldn't take much because of the shart, but I didn't imagine that someone like Jenna, petite and timid, could produce the dump she unleashed into my mouth and onto my face.

PLURRRRRRTTTTS

"That first fart is usually pretty loud. That will be how you know I'm ready, next time," Jenna was already plotting our next time...

Her asshole opened and the first turd was so thick. I couldn't believe how thick this piece of shit was coming out of her colon. She grunted just a small bit and then the entire 2 foot long monster fired out of her rectum, jamming the beginning of her turd into my mouth, clogging it, but Jenna didn't move. She grunted again, and this time a thick goop of a dump came out. There was not a square millimeter of real estate available in my mouth, so it just started to pile on top of the turd.

I couldn't believe the stink. Jenna's shit smelled worse than anything I'd ever smelled.

"Wow... I can't believe it. That was incredible. I really liked knowing you were down there, underneath my asshole. Just having your mouth open and waiting for me to use. It's kind of humiliating, isn't it? Don't you sort of feel pathetic?"

I couldn't say anything because her shit was all over my face. I was doing my best to keep it all there.

Jenna sounded confident, "It would really be something if you ate it, though. If you really liked the taste, that is. If you truly liked the taste of my waste, you'd chew and swallow. If you honestly liked the flavor of my shit, the consistency of my dump. If you wanted to savor my turds... That's what would make me feel really great."

And so I chewed and started swallowing. Not fast, I wanted her to think I was enjoying it. Like it was my favorite meal. I made lots of "mmmmmms" and "Oh it's so good".

Some of it covered my eyes, so I had my eyes closed, but it felt so weird.

Finally, I was done. It took forever, but I had eaten Jenna's entire dump.

She looked positively radiant, like she would explode from confidence.

"I can't believe we did that, but since you liked it, I promise that from here on out, I'll never miss a chance to shit in your mouth. And because we both loved it so much, I took a video of it so that way we could watch it together!"

And then she bounded out of the room.

What had I done???

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A year later, I was still making bank, but something had drastically changed. Jenna had become a major player at my office and actually became my boss. She was so confident and powerful and was now the most sought after woman in the city, it felt like. Men asked her out all the time, but she always turned them down.

She'd tell me about it as she'd sit above me, farting and shitting down my throat.

"That body builder, millionaire guy, Tom? He told me he would make it so I basically just never had to do anything again, but I told him that I'd never leave behind my best friend and protector."

FRRRRRT

She laughed, "Ohhhh, it's going to be a big one for you, today!"

"Thank you, Jenna."

"You're welcome, toilet!"

I could never tell her I hated our arrangement because it would destroy her, so now every day, three times a day, Jenna does this.

This dump was incredibly large and smelled awful, worse than usual.

I asked in horror, "Did you have the italian beef from Dante's?"

"I did! You said you liked it a lot last week. Now, I personally thought it was the worst smelling shit I'd ever taken in your mouth, but hey! If you like it! I'll get it once a week for you!"

She farted again...

BOOOORRRRRRRRRPLLLLSSSSSTTTT

And then Jenna pushed a massive, messy dump straight into my mouth. My mouth was full almost immediately, as usual. Jenna shit so much and so often, but I pretended to love it. Apparently, I would pretend to love it until the end of my life. She wouldn't take a man, and I wouldn't tell her the truth. So... Maybe this is my truth, now. Oh, sorry, I better concentrate. I almost missed some of Jenna's poop.