By: Olifantengrot
1. A Woman of Power
Eleanor grew up as a Latina woman in a poor neighborhood in the city. She had seen her parents struggle with money as a kid. Despite their financial difficulties, her parents still provided her with a great education, enabling her to study business. However, Eleanor didn't care about her parents' struggles. She simply lacked the capacity to care about anyone, seeing weakness in her parents. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn't have spent a dime on her parents.
Starting at a steel mill company as a finance intern, Eleanor showed great potential. Her competitive nature, paired with her disregard for her fellow interns, really put her on the map at the company. In her early twenties, she had managed to manipulate her way to the top by lying, blackmailing, intimidating, and essentially playing the game of thrones. Now a thirty two year old CEO of a company that owned more than half the steel mills in America, she became wealthy beyond belief, never giving any money to her struggling parents.
Eleanor is a tall woman, standing 6 foot 5 with a weight of 250 pounds. She has a very slender belly, long legs, but has gathered a lot of weight on her butt and breasts. She looks like a mythical goddess, perfectly symmetrical, with skin golden brown, long black hair, a cute tiny mole on her cheek, and a strut that shows confidence and power. Wearing her S cup bra, Eleanor would get a lot of looks, but anyone who knew her or knew of her would be wise to look away, as Eleanor had a lot of power and could make it so you might lose your job, or worse, drugs would magically be found in your car by the police. She was the Queen bee in this city, and if she wanted to, she could kill and get away with it.
Eleanor had made a lot of enemies while climbing to the top. Knowing people would be gunning for her position in the company, she kept tabs on people. Going so far as to hire private investigators to keep tabs on her employees, no matter how high or low they ranked within the organization. These "tabs" often came in the form of videos of employees cheating on their partners, committing crimes, or acting out some bizarre sexual fantasy. Eleanor could then use these "tabs" as blackmail or to know what her competitors were up to. Eleanor personally watched all the videos without feeling anything about it. A man beats his wife? "Don't care." An attractive couple is having sex in a rather shameful way? "Don't care." A man lies dead in his house for six days? "Don't care." Eleanor could watch it all and just take notes. She once hired a male prostitute to have sex with her just to experience it. During, she got bored and looked at how her stocks were doing. Through her secure phone, she just reserved a new batch of videos. A message was written along with one of the video’s. "This may contain some disturbing images." She had seen that type of message before. Looking at the video file, it says: "Employee 1935 BQRTZ 56M2 Mira Johnson and Drake Johnson."
Eleanor closed the blinds with her phone and connected it to the TV. Her stomach was growling again. Throughout her entire life, she has had gas problems. She sighed, thinking, "Here we go again! I have to smell my farts again. Why can't there be a cure for me?" As she hit play, she could see a naked woman, almost as tall as her but much heavier, walking towards the bed where a smaller man was lying down. Eleanor thought to herself, "I have seen this before."
Eleanor watched as the woman caressed the face of the little man. She then said out loud, "The man who wrote that warning message to me is so getting fired." To Eleanor’s surprise, however, she saw the woman spreading her giant ass, sweat dripping down onto the man's face, her ass visibly dirty with shit particles in the crack as she sat on the man's face. Eleanor thought to herself, "Well, I guess that's it then." Again, to Eleanor’s surprise, she saw something that she hadn't before. The woman's stomach was getting smaller as the man's stomach was getting bigger. Eleanor thought, "No way, they wouldn't!"
Eleanor started to feel something, something she had never felt before. The camera that was used to film this act started to shake as Eleanor could see the man's head beginning to vibrate, and the woman's ass now also flapping around. Eleanor didn't know what she was experiencing at that moment. Her hand was now on the remote to turn the TV off, but then she saw the woman exploding on the man's face, shit splashing against the window that the video was recording through. Eleanor immediately turned the TV off and began to breathe heavily, pacing up and down her living room.
"What was that video? How could that woman do that to that small man? It looked like the smaller man was in pain," Eleanor wondered aloud. Suddenly, Eleanor felt a pain in her lower body. She had been holding in a fart for too long now. She looked at the turned-off TV, and for the first time in her life, she had a horny thought in her head.
Eleanor picked up one of the pillows on the couch and placed it flat on the seat. She took off her very tight mini skirt and pulled down her pantyhose, exposing her gigantic ass. Then, she turned the TV back on and started to mimic what the woman in the video was doing, pretending that the pillow was the man in the video. With one exception. Eleanor did not caress the pillow; instead, she looked angry at it, spat on it, and said, "Fuck you, you worthless piece of shit. Do you know who I am? I am your fucking Goddess, and you should be happy to be in my presence. The people who work under me are aware of this, grateful to kiss my feet and grateful to breathe the same air as me. Know your fucking place and eat my shit, bitch!"
Mimicking the behavior of the woman, Eleanor spread her ass and placed it on the pillow. She looked at the woman and did the same as in the video, releasing a massive fart into the pillow. The living room started to rumble as Eleanor blasted gas into the now brown-stained pillow. Eleanor didn't pay any attention to her bodily functions and continued to mimic the woman. As the woman in the video exploded on the man's face, so did Eleanor on the pillow.
Brrrrurupppppppppgpgppfppfpfppffffffttththuuuuuuuu!
Her entire couch got covered in shit as, for the first time in her life, she climaxed. Wiping sweat from her brow, she picked up a pen and paper and wrote down, "To do: 1. Find a suitable target. 2. Thank Mira."
2. Target Acquired
My name is Rose. I am twenty-five years old and I recently moved out of my parents' house to live in the big city. As a farm girl, I was pretty naive, thinking that getting a job would be easy, but everyone declined me, from barista to dog walker. No one wants to hire me. And to top it off, the rent on my apartment got raised. Now, I live with a couple of nice roommates who offered to help with the rent, but a girl can't live like this forever. As I try to make myself a sandwich on the kitchen counter, which is very hard for me as I'm 5 feet tall and have to use a step stool to reach the top shelf, I can hear my roommates talking. One of them says, "Are you sure you have to do that? If she wants her, you can be sure it will be awful." The other one answers, "I already denied her once, and now we can barely pay the bills anymore, we have to." Now the other one says, "Fine, if you want to do this, that blood will be on your hands. I want no part of this."
I open the door and say, "Hey, guys. Were you talking about me? You can tell me, I don't care." One of the roommates then says, "There's a powerful woman in this city, Lady Eleanor. Everyone in this city knows, you ignore Lady Eleanor. But for some reason, she wants to hire you really badly. You know all those job declines and the raising of the rent, that's Eleanor. And if Lady Eleanor wants you this badly, she will mean you harm." I laugh in their faces and say, "Come on. Are you insane? You know what we call that on the farm? A bully. All I have to do is speak to her. I will respond to her request and give her a piece of my mind." One of my roommates says, "Don't do that!" I look smug at them and say, "Watch me."
As I open the door, a man in a suit stands on the other side, looks at me, and says, "Thank you for your response to our job offer. Lady Eleanor will be waiting for you. If you would join me in the car." Absolutely shocked, I say, "You have to be kidding me? Now I definitely want to talk to her, and then the police right after that."
As I entered a fancy gated neighborhood, I could see houses as big as castles. I then say to the driver, "So, how long have you all been spying on me?" The driver replied, "Since you arrived in the city." "That's crazy, now why would you do that?" I responded. The driver explained, "Because of your small weight, small size, and your spirit." "What the hell does my weight, size, and spirit, whatever that means, have to do with it?" I retorted. The driver then says, "Your weight makes it easier to move you around, your size makes it so you will fit well, and your spirit will be the most... 'fun to break.' Any more questions will have to wait. We have arrived." Completely confused, I looked as we drove up to the largest house on the street.
I was taken through the giant house to a room that looked like an interrogation room, like in the movies. I saw a huge woman sitting on one end of the table; she looked amazing. Most of her ass hung off the sides of the chair, and her breasts were huge. She was wearing a very tight but formal suit.
Immediately, I said, "Wow, look at Miss Juggs over here. Damn. You must have some serious back problems. And that ass, man, you could land a plane on that. Do you see that?" The driver standing next to me was sweating profusely with an absolute panicked look on his face as his eyes darted back and forth between me and the woman. I then said, "Oh, I see Tits Magee here is my stalker, your boss Lady Eleanor. What's up with that, huh?" Eleanor very calmly says, "You can leave us now." The driver practically ran away.
Eleanor then said, "Tell me, Rose, do you like to live in a house? Do your parents like to live on their farm? Does your mom still need her heart medication? Is your psycho ex-boyfriend still searching for you? Did your dad pay off the loan sharks yet, and what would your best friend Tina think if she saw you fuck her boyfriend?"
I completely lost it and swung a fist at her. She grabbed my fist out of the air, and I realized she was way too strong for me. Eleanor said, "I know everything about you, you slut! I FUCKING CHOSE you! You are mine! Or else your whole world would come down on you!" She threw me to the ground. I started to think, maybe if I played along with her errands or whatever, I might be able to go to the police. I told her, "I will do whatever you want." Eleanor responded, "I don't believe that, but there is only one way to prove that. I think you need some motivation."
Eleanor showed a video taken right outside my parents' room, capturing both of them in tears. She then remarked, "For some unknown reason, entirely unrelated to me, of course, your parents' primary buyer just called to inform them that they're ceasing business. Isn't that unfortunate? I'm practically heartbroken. I could, of course, solve all their problems with a single press of a button on my phone, but I'm lacking motivation at the moment. Perhaps someone could motivate me by becoming my personal servant for life, starting with being my toilet. But alas, I don't see anyone here on their knees with their mouth open. Do you see anyone on their knees with their mouth open?"
My heart sank into my stomach, the world turned dark beneath my feet, and all I could manage to say was, "I'm not even gay..." Eleanor responded, "Neither am I. Isn't that a coincidence? I feel absolutely nothing towards anyone. Well, that's not entirely true; there is one woman who piqued my interest and opened my eyes that I would love to meet. But ultimately, I only love myself. However, your mere suggestion just now doesn't imply that you're considering assisting me, does it? Because that's a lifetime commitment. Of course, everyone you care about will be well taken care of, except, of course... you."
3. Descent into Hell
I sink to my knees, open my mouth, close my eyes, and brace myself for the worst. Eleanor, clearly excited, exclaims, "No way! Rose? You're really volunteering to be my toilet? I can't believe it! My lucky day! But something is bothering me. You made those nasty comments about my body earlier, even giving me the hurtful name 'Tits Magee.' I think to seal the deal, you need to say: 'I, Rose, hereby agree to be Lady Eleanor’s personal toilet slave indefinitely and will from this day forward be called Shit Eater.'" Once again, my world darkens. I thought I was going to be drinking piss, but now I'll be eating shit? Eleanor still displays the video. My parents have taken care of me their whole lives; I need to do this for them. With a heavy heart, I utter the regrettable words, "I, Rose, hereby agree to be Lady Eleanor’s personal toilet slave indefinitely and will from this day forward be called Shit Eater." Eleanor swiftly presses a few buttons on her phone and replays the video. My dad receives a swift call and jumps with joy. Eleanor remarks, "Isn't that sweet? Now, time to undress. Oh, and by the way, there's no getting out of this deal. I have video evidence of your consent, and I know a couple of judges who prefer their partners rather young, so they do as I say."
I think to myself, "Oh God, this woman is an absolute monster, evil incarnate, the fucking Antichrist. She cares about nothing and no one. Why did it have to be me? God, save me." Eleanor slowly took off her jacket, savoring every moment. She unbuttoned her blouse, of which the buttons were almost flying off, finally being released from the intense stress they were under. Revealed beneath was a mesh bra that, like the buttons on the blouse, seemed to be doing the Lord's work in trying to stay in one piece, holding the golden-brown mountains. As her breasts were released, they dropped just above her belly button, her oval areolas about the size of my head. Her skirt and pantyhose were next. Just like a few weeks ago, she took off her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose, revealing my primary workplace for the foreseeable future.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen, but nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the naked goddess with her hands crossed under her breasts. Eleanor said, "I don't like that. You have to keep your eyes open. If you don't, I will have to find a way to keep them open. So keep them open. I will watch back the video to see if you did, and if you didn't, you will be punished, and I don't do light punishments."
Fearing the worst, I kept my eyes open. Eleanor, like a crazy person, started to dance. Tilting her head back, she began to slowly rub her slender stomach, her hips swaying side to side. Even though her hips swayed very slowly, her ass still recoiled and slightly jiggled. The rubbing motions she did with her hands all went downwards, and rumbling could be heard from her gut, almost like she activated something. She stepped towards me and turned around. Now I saw my fate, the smooth skin of Eleanor’s ass. For a woman who strives for perfection in every way, there was one thing she was purposely lazy with since seeing that video, and that was taking care of her ass and asshole. Brown sludge could be seen between the asscheeks. Eleanor then spread her ass, revealing yet another horror, as it appeared that an entire turd was still stuck between the asscheeks. Eleanor then said, "Okay, Shit Eater. Open your fucking mouth!"
I did as she said, and as I did, a foul blast hit my nose and face.
Prrruuuuuuuuuthhhhhhhpppppprbrruuuuuuuthhhuuuuu!
Her anus being so close to my mouth and her fart being so strong, it forced its way through my nose, which I wasn't intending to use, and into my lungs. I immediately collapsed on the floor, gasping for air, but all I got was that one fart. I realized I made a mistake. I love my parents, but they will find a way to land on their feet again. I can't do this. I yelled at Eleanor, "This was a mistake! You are a crazy bitch, and I can't do this. I'm leaving."
Her shit and sweat-covered ass landed on my face as Eleanor said, "I knew you would say that! That's the thanks I get, you ungrateful bitch. I invested way too much to make this happen. I even took a vacation day! Me, a vacation day! (much to the excitement of her employees) I never do that! Now do what I want! AAAAAHHHHHH HUUUUUUUU."
It was at this moment that something solid was trying to force its way into my closed mouth. I thought to myself, "No! Tits Magee, this is not happening. I won't let you have everything you want. I will do what your parents probably never did and say 'No, you can't do that.'" Eleanor screamed, "Come on now! Fuck! I have never had to struggle so hard before. This is amazing. You are fucking perfect, Shit Eater! You worthless piece of AAAAAAAAAHHHHH."
Blllalalallaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhbbbruuuubuurrurrrr!
Eleanor pushed again, and my mouth was forced open. A turd the size of my arm was pumped into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to scream, but in a matter of fifteen seconds, her entire insides forcefully made their way into my stomach.
Blllllllllaaaaaaaapppppphhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhhuuupppppppppttt!
Eleanor watched as my stomach expanded, and something she didn't quite understand happened. Her pussy got wet. Eleanor started to laugh like a crazy person and screamed, "I am a person! I am alive! I have found my way to love myself the way I was meant to! EAT MY SHIT, BITCH!!!"
Bbbbooooooorrruuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppphhhhhuuuttttttttthhuuuu!
Every servant in the house heard Eleanor's screaming, but afraid of what might happen if they were found out to have heard something, they didn't react.
Eleanor’s ass flapped around on my face, almost squishing my head then and there. The tiles on the floor started to rattle loose as Eleanor released explosion after explosion into my mouth.
Ppppppuuuuuuuutttppppppbbbbblllllllllllluuuuuupppphhhhhtttttt!
Eleanor then said, "I don't smell a thing... I DON'T SMELL MY FARTS!!!" She released the last of her gas into my mouth, laughing as she did.
Brrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppfffffffffhhhhhhhpppppppbruuuuu!
Eleanor, completely empty, started to rub my expanded belly as she said, "That's my baby." Tears started to form in her eyes. "That's my beautiful little baby." Eleanor had clearly lost it, if she hadn't before.
Leaning forward, she does something she has seen in her blackmail before. While rubbing my belly, she starts to rub her pussy on my chin faster and faster. As she climaxes over my face, she looks down and says with a motherly voice, "You are never leaving here, Shit Eater." Then she gets up, leaving my face in a puddle of shit, my saliva, and pussy juice. As I lay there, I start to lose consciousness. Eleanor, completely naked, opens the door and immediately locks it. A servant cleaning the floor desperately tries not to react as he smells the most foul scent he has ever encountered coming from the room. Eleanor walks over to the servant and says, "No one enters that room. It is very important to me that the smell stays there. Also, get me the video of what happened in the room. I want to study it and learn from it." She then walks away, her naked ass dripping with shit as she goes.
Hours passed, and I still was laying on the floor of the room, filled with the smell of shit, my belly still huge. Eleanor watches the video of us together over and over again. She thinks to herself, "I could have spread my ass more; that would mean more of my weight would be placed on my anus, giving her less room to move. The floor also doesn't help, causing most of my weight to be on the ground and less on the face. I also need a way to get a better grip. I notice my back arching at points; I must design a way to really get going on there. I need to get my design team to take a look at this and get some of my peers to give feedback."
Mira finally gets home after a long workday, ready to make Drake eat shit again. As she checks her mailbox, she notices a fancy-looking letter addressed to her. The letter reads:
"Dear Mira,
I am a huge fan of your work and would love to talk to you about your expertise when it comes to your intimate relationship with your husband. With this letter, you will find a USB stick with a video of my own making. I would love it if you could watch it, and when we meet in person, give me feedback on it. I will know if you want to meet and know how to contact you.
Yours sincerely,
Lady Eleanor"
Mira says to herself, "Damn, Lady Moneybags wants to meet me? Well, how can I refuse? I didn't know I had fans!" Mira sticks the USB stick in her computer and starts the video. She sees Lady Eleanor farting and taking a shit into a young woman's mouth. Watching the video, Mira laughs and says, "Ha, amateur."