The Tooterer and the Gas Class
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART FETISHISM, FART DOMINATION AND SCAT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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The Tooterer liked her victims young. Her days in pornography had her working with 18 year olds, fresh out of High School. She worked in what was labeled as, “alternative pornography”, specifically fart domination. She loved every moment of it. The look on the young boys faces, when they first came in, eyeing for a piece of her big brilliant ass. Their gazes soon turned to horror upon learning of her craft. The Tooterer knew gastric discharge like no other, suffocating young men under her butt with the finesse and power of a lioness. She still savored the memories of the muffled screams under her ass and the deep, bassy farts that answered them. Rumor has it that a boy died on set during one of her performances...that rumor then grew into the entire film production...then the studio executives.

Amy Bethany Gaze, AKA, The Tooterer now ran her own underground pornography site. She found “willing participants” to create her little projects. Not many people tuned in to watch, but she didn’t care. The Tooterer enjoyed farting on boys for her benefit, not others. She often rubbed herself to the thought of gassing young boys to sleep underneath her. Eventually, her fantasy became a reality.

Enter me, David, a 17 year old High School boy. I had been in Ms. Gaze’s captivity for over a month now. When she came home from work, I serviced her at home. Farting sniffing, licking her clean after toilet use, the works. I was her own personal toilet and slave. There was no hope of escaping. Police had stopped looking for me after two weeks. I was pronounced dead. I secretly wished I was.

BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLAARARRRPPPTTT! I sniffed deeply underneath The Tooterer’s ass. She was sound asleep,(in theory at least) and was giving me the works. That last one was drawn out and very eggy...one of my least favorite. I have become accustomed to labeling Ms. Gaze’s farts. ppppppprrrrrrrrTTTTTT! SBD with a rippling twist; extra milky. I took to sniffing. I was disgusted with her stench but knew the consequences of not sniffing every fart offered. “If you don’t like my juice in a gaseous state,” Ms. Gaze lectured me one night during one of her ‘toot shoots’, “then maybe you will like a more solid form of my stink. That’s always a real crowd pleaser, right fellas?” The Tooterer farted towards a camera and blew it a kiss. She knew the sick fucks that watched this; she knew them very well. Each week and each slave boasted a new torture for her viewers and they gobbled it up. If this was what The Tooterer was into, I couldn’t imagine what the people at home were like.

PPRRROOOOT! FRRRAAAPPPPTT! BBBLLLURRRRBBBBB! Three violent farts vibrated out her butthole onto my cheeks. I began to cough and I could hear Ms. Gaze shift in her sleep. She knew...I heard her stomach grumble loudly. BBBBLLLRRPPPTT! She had bean and egg casserole tonight...I knew she wasn’t playing games with me. I continued to sniff as she sighed and slept more soundly-again, at least in theory.

One loud fart to my face. That was how every morning started with The Tooterer. However this morning was different. I had a bowl of cereal in front of me and no butt in my face. I cautiously began eating, scanning the room for Ms. Gaze. There she was, in her tight fitting yoga pants. I had often kept the image of her naked to help me drift off to sleep at night. It wasn’t substantial help, but it was something.

The Tooterer was getting her cameras ready for today’s show. I watched as she bent down to set up a tripod. Absolutely amazing. It was if this was torture before the torture began. “How did you sleep last night, my little fart pillow?” she asked. I was caught off guard eating. “I slept good, Mistress Tooterer.” I replied. Politeness and grammar. Those were her two sticklers that she liked. I was always punished when I strayed from either of them. “Good, slave.” replied the Tooterer. “I was afraid you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. The milk I had with my chili was a little expired. I was afraid I was going to poop myself through the night!” She laughed to herself and I shuddered. She HAD pooped herself. Once. It was a night to remember. It was like every fart was being blessed by the devil himself.

“Oh and one other thing,” continued the Tooterer. She walked over to my cereal bowl and placed her ass on top. BBBRRRRRRBBBPPPTTTT! The milk erupted like a volcano on my face. I sighed and began to sniff her “gift.” She went on; “you said you slept good. The correct way to say it is, ‘I slept well’ “. I watched sadly as the milk dripped down The Tooterers pants. I wasn’t that hungry anyway. “Thank you, Mistress Tooterer.” PPPPPPRRRRRAAAATTT in my face again… “Save it for the cameras, hon.” I watched as she swayed back towards her work.

A half hour later I was strapped underneath a bottomless chair. It soon became filled with a bottom. Time seemed to slow as the Tooterers figure filled up the seat. I had come to remember her features. Her big, tan, booty with nary a pimple or blemish on it. Her polished camel toe had all the hairs shaved off...she had once told me that shaved women get more action in her line of work. Well she knew her way around this stuff- I believed her. Finally, her petite, tight asshole. It struck me how something so vicious and disgusting could maintain its light pink colour. However, seeing The Tooterer in action, I knew she could perform miracles with that booty hole. She flexed it for me a couple times and I knew my torment would soon begin.

“Alright, here’s the name of the game, David. I’ll give you a word and I want 5 synonyms for the word in under 10 seconds. If you run out of time…” FFFRRRRATTTTT! I sniffed for her. Simple enough. Her games were always unfair and at times, I just learned to give in completely. “Ready? First word is ‘butt’”. She looked down and smiled on me, eagerly waiting. “Wait,” I asked. “Which butt do you mean? I mean, like the word butt or the conjuncion-” BBBLLLLLAAAARRRTTT! I coughed as her dairy soaked fumes rained down on me. “You’re right,” said The Tooterer giggling. “ That one was a little unfair. My Mistake!” PPPPLLLTTT! She began laughing to the camera. Yeah, her mistake.

The Tooterer readjusted herself. “Okay, how about the word ‘silence’?” I regained hope; this one was kind of easy! I sputtered off, “ quite deaf, hushed, muffled,...ummm..” I got lost in her one eye butt-plug. It was almost chiding me to make a mistake. “Three, two, one,...”she counted. “SILENT BUT DEADLY!” I shouted. The Tooterer stood up. BBBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTT! I could faintly smell that from where she stood. Cauliflower and beans. I was glad I didn’t get it point blank.

The Tooterer placed her hands on her hips and bent down towards my face. She eyed me with a devilish grin . “That’s an odd word choice, David. Are you trying to tell me something?” I looked away from her and watched her butt from one of the rooms mirrors. I could make out her hole...for some reason… it was attractive. Cute, like a little pink button. I tried to form words for her. “ no, I um...no miss...No Mistress Tooterer...I just got lucky.” She stood back up, her smile fading from her face. Now she looked puzzled. She turned around and her butt descended on me. She addressed one of the cameras.

“Well I have to get off to class, my little fart deviants. However, one of my students seems to take an interest in my extra-curricular activities.” BBBBRRRRRRRRBBBBPPPPPPTTT! pppppprrrrrrrrrrrr….cream cheese and egg salad. One of The Tooterer specialties. I overcame my nausea and started to sniff, but she suddenly bent down and grabbed my nose. I watched one of the cameras as her eyes shifted towards mine. She spoke again, “I love interacting more with my students. This one is going to get a special hands on experience. Won’t you, my boy?” BBBLLLAAAOOOOPPPPPPTTTTT! Another strong fart erupted from her asshole..she continued to hold my nose.

I was released later and put in a closet. Mistress Gaze farted continually into one of the drop boxes on the door. This torture wasn’t the worst. I was safely put to sleep in minutes. I had a kooky dream that I was assaulted by dozens of Tooterers. They sandwiched me between their asses. No farting, just suffocating me and laughing as they did it. “You’re no man!” They all chanted. “Your just an over glorified piece of toilet paper!” Suddenly, a shadow came overhead. The other Tooterers dispersed to make way for a Giantess...none other than one HUGE Tooterer. Her cheeks resembled skyscrapers and she was as tall as a small continent. She smiled down at me and bent over...I was already overcome by her backsides massive stench. I gazed into the abyss of her asshole and I heard the blood flowing from my brain. I counted down my last seconds of life as her stomach grumbled...then:

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAARRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Life itself ended for me.