The Shit Pit
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Honestly, I think I have the stupidest mom on the block. Or at least, one of the stupidest ones. How The MILF got hired to babysit any one of us kids in the neighborhood is a mystery. Most of us are over 15, myself included. My mom doesn't even go out that often-this 3 day vacation sprung out of nowhere! And to top it all off, the most important of all reasons which our mothers never believe...The MILF is a monster.
FFBBRUUOORRRTTT! “Come on, Chet, the soup smell only lingers for a second, you know this. It’s the aftertaste that will haunt you.” BBBLLUUUROOTT! The MILF laughed as her special brand of aerated gas poured out her jean pants. My heart was pounding with every gassy ripple behind the kitchen counter. She’d just walked in after my mom left, made herself chicken soup, and now had come to share her “just desserts” with me. It happened every time and with every other kid; trust me, she talked about this stuff a lot. PTTURLLBRLLBLRBL! I jumped onto my feet as her booty rested upon the counter. “You girls and boys do this every time, Chet.” she said, reaching out for my hand. I sprinted up onto the stairs. She laughed, following after. “If you are gentle with me dear, I can be gentle with you. There’s nowhere to run while your mother is away.” She was right; I’d trapped myself upstairs between my mother’s room and mine, neither of which locked. She approached slowly, with a wide grin. I trembled before her. You would too if you saw her. She was a giant, 8 feet tall, with hips that looked like they belonged on an ape’s body. Only 30 years in age and she looked just as sexy an intimidating as a 20 year old. She turned around, close to me now with her jean pants blocking my way. BBLLLLOOOOOORRRRTTT! I could feel the fart air seep through her pants fabric; it was everywhere and I gagged in the salty taste she always brought to her fart palette. “Your mother has taken a little leave of absence I understand?” I didn’t ansewer her- PPRRHHLLAATTTT!- her booty didn’t seem to concerned. “Haha, nothing out of the ordinary. Children are a hassle and one needs a break from time to time. While she’s gone, I feel it would be beneficial to teach you some manners, Chet.”
Her pants unbuckled and within an instant I was met with her stark white booty cheeks. Her powerful hands separated them down the middle of her crack and I stared into her dark pink asshole. BBBRRRAAAPBBBTTTT! It sang its sulfur filled melody, puckering out a little bit of ass juice and microscopic hairs. “I’ll accept a kiss, for instance, for your apology.” One whiff of that shit and you would have crapped yourself, trust me. The MILF has babysat me for over a year and I still can’t stand it. I threw a left hook at her butt...it was like punching a bowl of jello. She laughed. “That all you got?” FRRRAAAMMMBBPTT! Her weighty fart packed more of a punch than I ever could. I saw an opening between her legs and sprinted back down the stairs, hoping to hide at my friends house for a few days. No such look. I heard a creaking sound; The MILF simply climbed over the stair railings. She landed dead on my face. I heard my skull crack, then: PPTTOORRLLLOOTTT! “Oohhh, we’re going to have so much fun this weekend.”

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Along with the probable concussion in my head, I also felt my arms and legs ache. And my eyes were stinging with bright light. When I opened them fully, I found myself in a deep, hole, almost 10 feet tall. A pit. Not to my surprise, The MILF stood above it, smiling down at me. “Welcome my dear,” she said crossing her arms. “ to the Shit Pit.” “I-...no, you can’t!” I screamed. Already, she was naked from the waist down and sitting on the edge of the whole. Her bountiful cheeks covered the top completely. “I warned you about complying, my dear,” said the big butted beauty. “I’m afraid the Shit Pit, harsh as it is, will be the only force capable of driving your compliance home.” PPLLLFFFTTTT! A quieter, daft fart gently cascaded down to me. I knew there was worse to come. “Please, I’ll do whatever! I’ll be your fart chair, I’ll make you that bean soup with 2 percent milk! I’ll-” PPWWAAMMBBTTT! I stopped, knowing my pleas fell upon deaf ears. “How-...how long do I have to stay down here?” The MILF laughed; I saw her asshole widen and knew full well of the onslaught to come. “All weekend my dear-UGH- of course!”
My screams were drowned out by the plops of the turds falling on my face and the rank farts falling thereafter.

The Shit Pit was just that, obviously. A pit filled with shit. Although as time went on, The MILF found other rank oddities to place inside. Around midday she came back, sealing her booty over top once more. FFRRRLLAAAPBBTTTT! “Oahh, juicy! Tell your mother to keep picking up this all natural yogurt, dear. None of this store brand garbage.” BLLRROOOPTTT! Her booty inched forward enough for her to drop down a water bottle; it landed directly in her pile of recently placed feces. A sandwich fell next. She watched me eye them suspiciously. “If you're worried about cleanliness, be assured your food has already been graced with my bootie’s presence. Eat up.” She sat back down and I felt her piss rain down on top of me. I quickly ate my food. God, the smell in here was already unbearable. I couldn’t taste my meal between her disgusting fluids. PPLLLOORRAAPBBBTTT! “Ah, would you look at the time? It’s already getting dark.” The MILF wiped her wet crotch with her trash and threw it down to me. “Sleep tight, boy. I’ll check in on you in the morning.”

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I waited another agonizing hour after The MILF left. It was a difficult task. I felt myself going insane as her shit dried on my skin and perforated my taste buds. Why’d I have to get stuck down here in July?! Whatever, I’d be getting out of here soon. Then, it’s a run to the first police station I saw. We lived on a farm; The Shit Pit was located in the woods, where no one could hear me scream. The MILF was smart like that. She took my phone away as well. No one else could pull me out of here, but that didn’t mean that I couldn't try.
Carefully, I gripped along the walls with difficulty. The piss was still wet and I slipped a couple times...another time I had to stop and puke. Finally, I was almost to the top. I looked up into the darkness and my heart sank. Instead of a clear path to freedom, was The MILF in her nightgown. She giggled. “Oh my dear, are you feeling restless? Here, I almost forgot to sing you a goodnight lullaby.” No. NO! She laughed as I hurriedly scurried to the top. Too late, her butt covered it once more and began to unload. FLLLRRAAATTTT! BBRROOOOOPPTTT! PPRRRMMMBBBTTTT! I was flush with her butthole as I banged against her cheeks with my free hand. This was my only chance for escape, I couldn’t let it go to waste. PPRRRRTTTTTTT! FFLLLAAAPBBBBBTTTTT! My head was spinning...she was too powerful. PPPSRRRRSSSSS! No, her classic eggy farts. Silent and most certainly deadly. My fingertips grew weak and I pulled together the strength to scream as I fell back into her shit pile. It didn’t break my fall well. She laughed once more, giving a large grunt. PPSSSHHLLLOOOTTTTTTT! The wet fart birthed the sickest diarrhea sludge for a whole 30 seconds. I practically drowned in her waste pool as the acidic taste of fruit and bean salad crept into my mouth and eyelids. PLLFFARRPPTT! Her asshole sharted one final wink; then her massive booty was covered by her robe. “Sleep tight, little toilet.” she cooed.

I did not.

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I was surprised I survived the night. Or the next day. On and off she came, sometimes shitting, sometimes just taunting me and farting downward. I’d barely noticed I couldn’t simply touch the floor beneath-her shit covered a third of the pit’s height. BBLLRRAAPPBBTT! I gagged as her post shit gas rained down on me. Instead of glorious sunlight, the only sphere I could watch was her dark asshole, almost grinning down at me. After an hour of silence and farting, she spoke. “So, has your pubescence started to blossom, my dear?” I was quiet, which wasn’t too out of the ordinary for her. My throat was parched from all the methane and the energy was zapped out. If I tried climbing again, I wouldn’t make it. She continued her solo conversation. “I know a few of your friends have already started. Your friend down the street, Willy was it?” PPRRTTAATTTTTT! “Horny, little boy, let me tell you. Quite sad actually. He actually spent a week down here for ‘accidentally’ coming while I was nourishing him with my booty.” FFLLLBBRRLLRRLLLRR! I believed every word she said. Her speech was almost as poisonous to me as her butthole. Now I remember, the week Willy had spent the week out of school for some flu I think it was. Poor Willy.
PPSRRRRSSSHHHHSSSS! Poor me, god dammit! I gagged as the eggy fart seemed to mesh with her mess perfectly. Her butthole rapidly pushed in and out, like it was preparing me for something greater. “Ah, I do enjoy gassing girls better, a little bias there for you. They’re much more compliant and talk less, believe it or not.” she sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to deal with your little pecker soon enough, dear. You boys will get off to anything it seems.” PLLRRLLAAARRLLBBPPFFOOTT! Her ass ripped the most uncanny of gas I’d heard from her, like a dying jet engine about to explode. I watched with hazy vision as her butthole continued, dripping ass juice gently down upon me. I’d masterbated a few times, but I could NEVER get turned on by this. Her private parts looked more like torture devices to be, with their sinister ooze sticking around the holes like a victim’s blood. PTTTRRRAARRPP! Uh god, that rotten fruit stench! She’d have to jerk me off while I was unconscious to get a drop out of me. “Hmmhhahahmm,” her strange laugh settled down as she rose. “I’ll let you fester around in that for a while.” she said. “Oh by the way, your mother will be coming home soon. Complaints of this tale will not reach her, do you understand me? Otherwise, the punishment will be severe.”
She left me alone to ponder her words...I found more comfort burying my head against her shit walls she created.

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“....yes, he’s acted as expected. Right over here, if you please.” “Oh I hope he isn’t hurt too bad.” That voice...I knew that voice anywhere! “Oh no dear, just enough, just enough.” Standing above the Shit Pit on the third day was The MILF, to no surprise. But standing to her side was my mother. “Oh goodness!” she cried, holding a hand to her mouth. “I see you’ve gotten into the vegetable cabinet.” The MILF laughed. “Yes I apologize, he need more punishment after the second day. It will make for good fertilizer if you want to put it to good use. You can get your loving son to help you with that.”
I found the vigor to scream upward. “Mom! What the hell's going on?! Stop her, stop the MILF! Get me out of here!” My mom sighed, completely averse to my situation. “You’re right, no manners and he’s still swearing! Just like the neighborhood kids.” she said. The MILF unbuckled her pants. “Indeed, but my methods are far reaching in this neighborhood. Pretty soon all the children will be in line. Including yours.” Her butt covered half the lid as she rained down upon me. BBTTRRRAAPPBBTTT! I coughed as the shit smell came, familiar as the first day. “Come Mrs. Dayburn, your son needs your love and instruction.” FFRROOMMPPTTT! I gagged as the toots swirled around me like dust. “Mom! Help! Please! WHAT THE FUCK?!” My heart sank as my mom undressed completely. “Oh I’m going to help you all right, Chet. This will teach you to play your games past 10!” I averted my eyes as my mother’s asshole now disgraced my sight...but I had no help against the smell. PPRRLLUURRPPTT! BBRRRRAAAPBBBTT! Her butt wasn’t as powerful as The MILF, but under the circumstances, certainly not helpful. PPPRRRRRAAABBPPTTT! “Ohh yes! I haven’t done this since his father left! HRGH!” FFLRBBAARRTT! “That’s for not helping me with the groceries!”
FBBAAARRTTTT! PPLLOOOOPBTTT! PPRRRAABBPTT! The two’s butts rained down in a chorus of stink. I felt myself being choked on the harsh gas and I was sweating from the trapped heat. I looked above; their booties never rested, firing off like two cannons from above. They both scooted each other aside for room, fighting for dominance over who could land a fart on the target next. PPLLOOTT! “Oh, goodness!” my mother exclaimed. “I- I need to use the-”. The MILF held her down and laughed. “My dear, the toilet is right here. Fire away!” She patted my mother’s booty and moved aside, helping her adjust over the lid. “Mom...please..” I wearily said. “This is for...UUGGHH!...your own good sweety!” she cried. “Allow me,” The MILF said. I watched as she spread my own mother’s buttcheeks. BBBRRLLOUGHTT! “Ohhh!”
I could only watched as my mother’s loving shit stew paraded onto my face. It wasn’t as bad smelling as The MILF’s or even as plentiful. But the scent of betrayal was almost as worse. In short, I took out the trash every time I’m asked now.

 

EPILOGUE

I gingerly packed my lunch for tomorrow. My mom flittered into the kitchen, happy as a junebug. “Do you like the Hillshire ham Chet?” she said. I couldn’t respond normally. Not now, nor forever after the Shit Pit. “Yeah, it’s good.” I lied, I missed the Debua meat she used to buy. But this stuffs cheaper. She picked up a slice to eat from the package. BBLLLPPPP! The fart was relatively small from her-I could produce larger. Our eyes met; mine with fear and hers with a sweet jokingness to them. “Scuze me,” she said, as any family member naturally would farting next to one another. She walked by and I got a whiff of her meaty fart reincarnated on my face. My eyes stared into the marble on the kitchen counter. I no longer saw specks of brown and grey rock mixed in together. I saw my mother’s butthole, pursing out aggressively towards me, roaring above my ears. The tiny toot multiplied to a mountain of stench I couldn't even fathom. My palms were sweaty and my skull was shaking. It was the Shit Pit all over again.
“Honey,” she called from the other room. “Yes, mom?” “You know your appointment with the Goddess is tomorrow, right?” ffbbuurtt! I shuddered as she farted in the other room-like a secondary mental reminder. “Yes I-I know, I don’t have practice after school.” “Good, 6:30, don’t forget!” How could I? The Goddess and my mom drilled the schedule into my brain. Disobedience was no longer a part of my time.

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At 6:30 on the dot I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor. The MILF was running late. Or, the Goddess, I never knew what to call her. She punished me for saying either, depending on how she felt. She was running late-an inconvenience for me, rather than her. I heard the door open-no one needed to receive her and my mother wasn’t home anyway. I heard ruffling sounds- BBBLLRRRAABBTTTT!- The fart blew and she moaned in the other room. I recognized the texture; beefy and water based, some type of soup. I’d smell it soon enough.
She entered with no ceremony. God knows she didn’t need it. The MILF had other appointments with other children in my neighborhood and I was her last stop. Her last, labored stop. She waltzed towards me and I could feel the power of her 8 feet of woman in every footstep. My eyes remained forward, as instructed and I stared into her crotch. She wore a black, leather BDSM outfit, which I could smell-PPPRRLLOOPPTT!- along with the obvious fart smell from a mile away. Her breasts were lightly covered and the straps aligned only with her asscrack. She turned and I witnessed her enormous white booty cheeks, like two pillowcases stuffed inside. “Toilet,” she addressed me. FFLLLBBRLLTOOTTT! “Oooh..breathe.” I did so, fully intaking the nauseous, salty smell of her farts. PPTTRRABBTT! BBLLAAATTT! Two more fired off, without announcement-she didn’t need to announce them. Her farts always sounded so strange, but always intentionally to my moods and behaviors. She could practically sense my fear as her buttocks slowly inched above my head. PBLLRBBBRRRRRRRRR! The fart droned on for a solid 10 seconds as she sunk her ass onto my face. I gagged, then controlled myself for balance. She seemed satisfied.

“How was school today, Chett?” PPRRBBAATTTT! I was of course to address the question, no matter how buried deep in her ass. “Good. All A’s,”. FFFBBAART! A congratulatory fart was all I was rewarded. She sighed. “And are your chores done? Did you complete your assigned reading?” FFBBLLUUOOTT! PPRRRMMMPP! “Yes...ma'am.” The farts were extra rank and she allowed me a few seconds to cough. Then, she pulled aside the strap protecting her butthole. I gazed into it’s dark pink epicenter as if it would suck my soul. “Open,” she commanded. Despite all my instinctive habits of resistance to the flavours pouring out her butthole, my mouth opened. Her asshole fit like a glove as she released her first bout of gas. PPRRRBBAAAATTTT! FFLLLOOURRRHBBTTT! The farts would be louder, if not concealed by my mouth. They were disgusting, let me assure you. Her bitter asshole licked my tounge and I could feel the assjuice mixing in with my spittle. I tried my hardest to breath through the nose. BBBRRROOMMPPTTT! The farts went straight to my brain, which made my coordination skills difficult.
“So, have you heard what happened to Daniel Coolidge?” she asked. “Poor thing fell off his bicycle, no helmet. A little safety reminder for you dear. I usually don’t include them in my etiquette, but there you are.” FFLBBOLLOORRTT! The methane flew into my stomach and lungs and I realized how safety could have easily skipped her curriculum. “At any rate, I’ll be making some bedside visits to Daniel soon. I’ll be away for a little while and I may have to miss a few meetings.” PRBBBUURLLRRRRRR! The sad droning fart was disgusting but could not drown my enthusiasm. Fuck Daniel, ANYTHING to be given a few days with no gas. PPMMMRRPPTTT! “Oaahh,” she sighed, wiggling her booty atop me. “This is just a reminder to behave yourself. Remember, your mother is and will always be in charge of you. If I hear you are misbehaving...well, the Shit Pit is always open.” PPSSRRSSSSSSSSSS! The SBD lightly dripped and for a moment I felt a burning sensation in my brain. She was really trying to make a point on this one.
I collapsed, gasping for fresh air as she rose off of me. “Are my instructions clear?” she said. I nodded at first, then added a, “Yes Goddess, yes Miss MILF!” She liked both names, far as I knew. She smiled, slowly taking off the rest of her attire. I was confused..why was she getting naked? Our lesson was over, right? “Now, this will serve as a reminder when I’m gone. I’ve taken a look at some of your search history on your laptop.” Oh no...oh god no. She bent over my desk, pulling the laptop open. Fuck, I forgot to delete EVERYTHING! “Let’s see here, pornhub, xvideos, rawtube, a few camsites...are we getting lonely here, Chett? Sniff.” I hadn’t even noticed her bent ass or finger pointing towards it. I hesitantly moved forward and jutted my nose out; she was currently expanding out a silent fart, whose eggyness made my head spin again. “Now, let’s move onto the more interesting queries,” she continued. “Brazillia.com, fartdomination.com, fart fantasy, brazil fart...is there something, you’d like to tell me?”
I hadn’t any words for this situation. She turned around and sat on my computer desk, still waiting for ansewer. “I...I geuss I wanted to...enjoy, our lessons more. So we can do it...longer, I geuss.” She smiled-I wasn’t fooling anyone. “You know, most boys use these sites to wean themselves off my booty. To see if its effects wear off. I assure you, they’ve tried and failed.” BBBBBTTRRAARBBBB! She rose and where her booty sat was a moisture stain from her asshole. I’d have to get something to clean that up, once the fart smell cleared. Also, I need to delete my search hist- “Hey! What are you-” A frog capsulated my mouth as her ass smashed into my keyboard...then the screen. FBBRRRAALLTT! PPRRROOPPTT! BBLLRRBBOOTTT! The farts accompanied ever flying key and each molecule of the screen shards. The Goddess sighed, pleased with her work; an entire section of the screen was still stuck to her asscheeks. She laughed, spreading them wide. BBRRRLLOOOBBMMPPTTTT! Around the edges of her asshole, the pieces flew; I was met with her noxious beany gas and my 1300 dollar laptop I’d saved all summer to have. She was still laughing as I was crying, now twerking the rest of the pieces to the floor. “Oaah, now that was how you pleasure a woman, boy. None of this silly fornification.” PPRRAAAMMPBBTTT! “Here, just so you’re never tempted to shame these women again.”
I wished I could have stopped her as the shart rang out. PPFFRRATTTSSHTTTT! The majesty of her butt screeched onto the pieces on the floor. She grunted, separating her powerful cheeks as the shat on my computer with full force. PPLLRROOSSSHHTTTTTTSSSSSSS! Chunks of her shit drooled like a cheap ice cream machine for a solid 20 seconds. She giggled with every push and grunt. I just watched her asshole expand in tears, smelling the cheap parts mix in with her corn and ranch flavored shit. FFLLWWAAPPSTHTTT! “Oaah! Now, lick.” Every fiber of me wanted to grab something sharp off my desk and shove it straight in her poophole. I took one look at her ass, big and bulging, with an asshole pulsing like a snake. Just try it, it seemed to say. See what happens.
When I made my move, it was with my tounge, along her rugged, shit covered asscrack. FFLLMMPPBBBPTTTT! She made no effort to reserve herself as I diligently cleaned her asshole. “I want this cleaned up before your mother comes home. You broke it, it fell on the floor. Your fault. Repeat.” “I broke it, it was all my fault,” I said with an extended tounge full of shit. PLLLMMPBBTTTTTT. It didn’t matter what I told mom...she was in on this too. “And if I catch you masturbating again, Chett… well…” Her hand grabbed the back of my head, shoving my tounge in as deep as it could go. “Ahhh, yes...a human head isn’t that much more pressure than a laptop.” FFLLLRRROOBBBOOTTTT! She shat me so forcefully out her ass that I banged my head against the wall. The MILF laughed, taking her attire to dress downstairs. She closed the door and I was left alone with her drying shit and my own sadness.