Titanic Toot Tina
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART FETISHM, ANAL VORE, AND POOP FETISHM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I was sitting inside a cramped wooden box. I savored the air holes poking through. They provided oxygen but most importantly, they shed light on my situation...so to say. I don’t know how I had gotten here. All I knew was that this was imprisonment. Judging by the size of the box, I really didn’t want to meet my captor.

The box lifted slightly. From the creases I saw something magical. One large...no, two large chunks of flesh! They appeared to be the size of two bedrooms. Suddenly, my amazement turned to panic. PHHHHHHHHHAAARRRRRRTTTTT!

My brain registered with the noise...and the smell. It was a butt and it had farted in the box. BBBBBBBLLLLRRRRBBBBTT! Deja vu’, but this one was much stronger. The smell seeped into my skin as I lay coughing. My brain spun and my head hurt from the noxious fumes. Whatever this creature was, it meant business.

I heard giggling from above. It was loud, but had the voice of an angel. Appropriately, the lid was lifted from the box, and almost angelic light poured in. I got a better look of the creature and her behind.

It truly was magnificent. She was lightly tan and had thick brown hair running down her back. Her booty was flawless, all considered. Not a speck or freckle on it. I watched her gently sway her hips and I was mesmerised by her movements. The creature spoke: “MMMMM, you like the view, fart boy?” I was taken back by her crassness but she was right. I couldn't look away. She grabbed her buttcheeks, her hands not even coupling all the flesh. She spread herself, revealing her dark brown butthole. Even that was foreignly beautiful to me. She farted again, shaking me from my stupor. BBLLLLLLLAARRRRRRTTTTT! The force knocked me off my feet and the smell kept me there. I coughed, not even able to fathom what it was she had eaten to produce such energy. I watched with fear as her butthole pulsed in and out...waiting, building up strength to unleash another torrent on me.

“Just a heads up, fart boy,” the creature bellowed, “my eyes are up here.” She giggled, producing one of the most adorable sounds to contrast to her other ones. “Let’s get down to business, now that we have had introductions,” she continued. “I am Titanic Toot Tina.” PPPHHHHHHHHRRRAAAAAAATTTTT!! Her fart exaggerated her claim. ‘No arguing with that!’ I thought between fits of hysteria. Tina moved her ass closer to my figure. “I am a mistress by trade, specializing in gassing pathetic toilets, such as yourself. I can guarantee, you and me will be at odds most of the time.” Tina moved in even closer, shadowing me with her ass. I definitely saw what she meant. She went on, “I can make your time with me much more enjoyable for you...that is, if you are willing to comply with me.” Titanic Toot Tina picked me up and walked over to her couch. It was so nice, I almost felt bad that she was going to put her naked body on it. More importantly, I wondered if she was going to ruin it just for me… she laid face down and placed me on her right butt cheek.

“For instance, I want a butt massage right now. If you do a good job, you do a less degrading task. If you fail...hold on.” Tina shifted, almost throwing me off her ass, then: RRRRAAAAABBBBBBBBBBTTT! I threw up on the spot. That fart was meaty and smelled of puke and ass at the same time. Titanic Toot Tina sighed gently, re-shifting. “Anyway,” she continued, “ Let’s say that if you don’t fuck up, you won’t have to spend the night in my ass. Deal?” Well how could I say no to an offer like that? Certain torture or certain death. “I’ll rub your ass, miss.” I said. She turned her head and frowned at me. “Miss what, fart boy?” I heard her booty grumble in anger. “Miss Titanic Toot Tina!” I uttered franticly. “Please, I’ll rub your ass miss Titanic Toot Tina!” She turned her head around and seemed satisfy. “Then get to work fartboy. You have a lot of ground to cover.”

I got to work rubbing her ass. It was hard work. She had me shift from left buttcheek to right constantly. I could never keep up. I always tried to walk around her asscrack. I could smell something cooking in there. I didn’t want to fall in between right when the ass volcano exploded.

pppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Great, even I knew what that was. Tina laid out an SBD. I had to stop to gag. The smell made my head hurt. “I don’t feel my ass being kneaded slave...perhaps you would like to work closer to the source?” Tina slapped her ass cheeks with both hands. I could barely stand, luckily I wasn’t slapped. She spread her cheeks and I gazed in fear at her sarlacc pit of an asshole. The smell became more potent as she opened her ass caverns. That was how powerful she was. She didn’t even have to fart again for her evil to still linger. “They don’t call me Titanic Toot Tina for nothing you know,” she cooed sweetly. She grunted, pushing her butthole in and out. “Shall I give you another presentation slave? After all, you do have the best seat in the house….mine.” I convulsed at the thought of being caught in there….then I snapped back to work. I sighed as she released her hands, putting the situation back to normal...whatever that was.

I continued to knead her buttcheeks. Every once and awhile, Tina would fart, making my work harder. I couldn’t concentrate with the smell. She knew that; she just wanted to watch me suffer hard at work. I tried focusing on her gorgeous ass...it proved fruitless. As big and gorgeous as it was, my boner deflated knowing she could blast me onto the wallpaper at any given moment.

“You're not the first slave I have owned, fart boy,” said Titanic Toot Tina. “Many young men have serviced my ass...a couple women too. They wore out in use after time. Some died of the gas, some I ate. I sat on a lot of them. I even stuck a couple of them up my ass...I like feeling them squirm in my booty cheeks.” She looked back at me, smiling sadistically. We could be talking about the weather for all she cared. “Most just die of exhaustion...but you look like a fighter, am I right fartboy?” I decided to continue to work rather than acknowledge her...maybe she would find this boring if I didn’t play her games. That didn’t work. Tina turned her booty to the side…

I fell gently onto the couch cushions, only to have Tina’s buttcheeks hover inches above me. I couldn’t handle the smell point blank. I screamed and pleaded for her to let me go.

“Just a little check-up slave, don’t worry. Now kiss my asshole.” I sat up and obeyed her wish. She flexed her hole out towards me, almost like she was kissing me back. I somehow found enough reserves to puke again. She continued: “Now lick my asshole slave. Pleasure me.” I hesitated and coughed. “Please Titanic Toot Tina, I can’t breathe down here! *COUGH*. Let me go, please!”

BBBBBBBBLLLLLLAARRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT! That was my response back. My ears rang in pain and my nose was practically bleeding I was hit with so much smell.

I gazed at her butthole in fear. Suddenly, it opened again. I braced for impact, but nothing came out...for a moment. I saw a brown, mole like object pop out of Tina’s...it was poop. She was going to shit on me! I tried scrambling under her buttcheeks, but it was like pushing against a house. As my hearing came back I heard her laughing. “Remember this day fartboy. This will be the last day you EVER defy me...I am TITANIC TOOT TINA!” The last thing I remember was Tina grunting long and hard. The shit from her bowles inched closer and I blacked out from the smell...hopefully, forever.