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UnASSigned Seats **Warning, this story contains farting and such. If you don't like this kind of stuff and comment or keep reading - your dumb.**. It was my first day in college and I was generally excited, since I had a full time job I thought taking only 2 classes would be more than enough – avoid being overloaded. I took two gen-eds that I have no interest in, but unfortunately I have to get them out of the way. This was an interesting college, as it did have a dress code, men wore black pants and a collared shirt where women wore skirts, similar to Japanese high schools. Since I couldn't care less about the math class I had to take and should pass with relative ease, I sat in the back corner of the room. I was one of the first people to arrive in the class so I could choose where to sit. Only four other students showed up and sat in the middle and front of the class. Then a pretty large woman entered, she looked about 250lbs and was definitely pear-shaped. She was kinda tall too, about 5' 10'' tall with a chubby, but pretty face. She walked up to me, smiled and sat directly in front of me. The teacher walked in and after welcoming us to the class, he announced he has a zero tolerance policy on changing seats and said “Choose your seat wisely, because once I'm done taking attendance that's your seat for the year.” He then began his inane rambling of other class rules and basic math concepts I didn't care for. While the teacher was talking she turned around and said “Hello, I can obviously tell you're a new student otherwise you wouldn't choose to sit there.” I replied “What do you mean?” She lifted her skirt so I could see her white panties, she only lifted the back half and had it resting on the back of the chair. This would give the teacher and students the illusion that it wasn't lifted, unless they walked to the back of the class and saw. She replied “Don't worry about it now, you'll find out eventually.” She turns around back to the teachers babbling and about 15 minutes in the 1 hour class you're hit by a pretty rank stench. I hear a little bit of giggling from her. It was obvious that she just released an SBD fart, all I could do is just endure. The good news is I didn't really need to pay attention to the teacher, but the bad news is I can't move my seat and couldn't escape the stink. Then as soon as that rank odor starts to dissipate I hear a faint but rather long 10 second fart. Only her and I could have heard it, since we were in the back of the class. Breathing through my mouth didn't do anything for me. She would release 5 – 12 second farts every 5 minutes or so for the whole hour. Some of them were pretty audible too, that and her giggling was all I could hear. After the class was over she got up and said “Usually I sit in the far corner of the class to get rid of my bad gas that I have most of the time, but since I saw you sitting there I decided to have some fun.” Since we were in the corner of the room opposite of the window it was pretty unbearable and no one was near us.
Part 2: Don't forget to breathe Once I was done with my first class I was relieved to get out of the class and get fresh air. I had 10 minutes to go to my next class, and since I wasn't sure where exactly it was – I decided to go and find it. When I was going to my next class I saw the big woman from my math class, she looked at me and smiled while taking another bite from her egg salad sandwich she got from the vending machine. I made it to my next class, which was Yoga. There was no furniture, just a small room with a wooden floor and the teacher sitting down with her legs crossed. She told me I could sit anywhere I want, since she had an unwashed smell on her, I decided to sit down near the back of the room, but not near the wall as I didn't want to experience what I went through in my last class. Students entered and sat in the front, making a simple row of 3. Then behind them, but still in front of me there was 3 more students who entered, the woman who was directly in front of me was a rather beautiful blonde with a cheerleader-type body wearing black yoga pants. (In this class you could wear your college skirt uniform or switch to yoga pants.) A minute or two later 2 more students come in and sit to the left and right of me. To the right of me was a rather built black woman wearing yoga pants who had a rather big pair of glutes, like 2 bowling balls. To the left of me was a pale nerdy woman, she had a chubby hourglass figure with thick nerd glasses. Since the only door to this classroom was behind me I didn't pay attention to the 3 other students who came in. When I turned around I saw the big woman from my math class sitting directly behind me! She giggles and says “Well what a coincidence, how unlucky for you!”. Then I also realized something else, all the other students are women – I was the only man in this class. So that makes 11 women, me, and the teacher, with 4 rows of 3. The teacher introduces herself and says that you may put on earphones/headphones while doing the yoga poses and pulls out her wireless headphones. She stated that as long as you do the poses as she does them, listening really won't be an issue and you can listen to relaxing music while you do the poses. The teacher turns on her headphones, the hot blonde in front of me also puts on her earphones, the built black woman puts on hers, and some other students put on their headphones/earphones. The class begins, first she shows us the “Table Top position”. It's a position where you are on your hands and knees looking forward, your back is straight like a table. This position however caused me to be in front of the hot blonde's ass about 3 or 4 inches away. Whether she knew or didn't care she farted right in my face. Prrrrrrrrrbbbbbbb A short fart that only one other student heard, the teacher was too busy listening to relaxing music to really hear anything. Because we had to hold the position for about 40 seconds, all I could do was just smell it. As if on cue right after she farts the teacher says “Don't forget to breathe, nice and slow through the nose, in and out.” The next position was called “The Wind Relieving” pose, this involved me to lie on my back, pull up one of my knees and grab it. Unfortunately this made me about 3 inches away from the big woman's ass behind me, and apparently during the 10 minute break from math to the yoga class, she took off her panties. If you walked in on the class, it would look like I was trying to sneak a peek at her giant ass while lying down, but because the room is so small I really couldn't do anything. And then I heard giggling and the teacher once again said “Breathe in.” Which as soon as I did the big woman farted. BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT It was about a 6 second long, loud, and wet sounding and smelled of rotten eggs. There was laughing from anyone who wasn't listening to music. The teacher heard the laughing but just assumed it was giggling at the position they were in. The teacher also explained that it's called the “The Wind Relieving” pose as it does help you fart. As long as the students were doing the correct poses, and they were, the teacher didn't really care or notice anything else. We held that position for about a minute or so, during that time she did release some “smaller” yet still quite loud farts. BBBLLLTOOOOOOLLLLLLP BLLLARRRTTTT BBRAAAAAAAPPPPP It was pretty bad being stuck in that position, the other women didn't really want to say anything as she was quite large in comparison. This went on for about 40 minutes, I would somehow get stuck in a position where I was facing either the blonde woman's ass in the front or the large woman's ass from behind and get plowed with farts. Then the teacher paused her relaxing music and told us she would assign us poses that we did in class and hold it for about 15 minutes to see if we can remember the names. She would go to her office and told the students that they could leave once the alarm (that she set for 15 minutes) went off. The blonde woman in front of me was assigned the “Forward Fold” yoga pose. This was basically her standing and grabbing her feet, exposing her ass towards me. The built black woman asked the teacher “Do we have to be facing you when doing these poses?” And the teacher said it doesn't matter where you face as long as you're doing the poses correctly. The built black woman could smell a little of the farting that I absorbed and thought it was me. She was assigned the “Down Dog” yoga pose; which also let her ass up in the air, but her ass was facing me. Basically she faced her ass towards me as a revenge, thinking that I was the one farting when in actuality it was the large woman behind me. I was getting scared as I already had 2 asses facing me, the blonde's ass in front and the black woman's ass to my right. The nerdy woman to the left of me was assigned the “Elevated Wide Squat” position, which was just a position where it looked like she was going to lift heavy weights. She thought it would be funny if she had her ass also facing my direction. The large woman couldn't stop giggling as she was assigned the “Table Top position”, but instead of her ass facing the wall, she positioned it right at the back of my head. So I had 4 asses facing me, from each direction about 4 to 5 inches away from my face. The teacher set the alarm for 15 minutes oblivious to their scheming and went into her office to do paper work, looking out her window every now and then to make sure they're doing the poses correctly. When she went into her office, the large girl and black girl moved in a little bit. And then the chain reaction started: BRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPP Although it was impossible to tell which woman did which fart, I could tell from the pass 40 minutes that the large woman was releasing loud, long, wet farts and the black woman was releasing some loud short farts, almost cartoonish in sounding. Breathing in was next to impossible and I would try to do it as slowly as I can. The smell was eggy, strong, and powerful – even if they stopped farting it would have still lingered on for the 15 minutes I had, keyword being “IF”.
Part 3: My Shitty Job This was getting out of hand, I looked at my schedule again and realized I had the math class M-F and the yoga class Monday and Wednesday. So every day in the morning I was going to be smelling at least the big woman's farts every day of the week. I was now going to my job at the college's gym. Apparently their was 2 separate gyms, one for women and one for men – I got the woman's gym. The gym was as expected quite large, with exercise equipment, weights, a indoor track, and an indoor football field. For this job I was given a shirt to let people know that I worked there, nothing fancy just a generic looking collared shirt. I went into the office to meet my new boss, the coach of various sports, and understand what my job duties would be. When I saw her I was taken a back a little at how large she was. She was about 6 feet and about 450 lbs and extremely pear shaped. It's like the top half was a BBW and the bottom half was an elephant. I assumed she was sitting on a stool, as I could see her sitting but I couldn't see anything else, it was kind of like she was squatting or sitting on an invisible chair. I guess a chair with handles would be kind of pointless for someone of her size. She explained that the job was a full time job, that would work around my schedule and was minimum wage. She also described my job position: I was to clean the women bathrooms, resupply the women towels, toilet paper, and try to fix and clean what I can as well as offering assistance to the women. (Like cleaning the showers for example or a simple fix of a door.) Although it was an effort for her, she did get up, turn sideways to fit through the door and introduced me some of the women, at least the women who were there at the time training. The built black woman from my yoga class was there, her name was Vanessa and she was busy powerlifting to say anything. It was a little comical watching my boss waddle everywhere to introduce me to some of the women, almost all of them were rather built and a good amount of them were taller than I. She showed me the supply closet I'll be using, it had a mop, broom, some tools, a plunger and other basic supplies. My new boss told me “Your first task is to clean the restroom, you know where the supplies are so get to work.” I grabbed the toilet scrubber and entered the woman's restroom, though when I went inside I wish I hadn't. The smell hit me pretty badly, there were 4 stalls, looks like there was someone in the last stall farthest from the door. The woman's restroom was like a stink sauna, anyway as soon as I finished cleaning the floor and scrubbing the toilets I heard a flush and then out came the same large woman from my math and yoga classes! I said “What sport do you take?”, trying to figure out in a nice way why she was here. Her response was “You don't need to be an athlete to use the gym, do I look like an athlete? It's just convenient for me on my way home.” I was about to leave and she said “We're out toilet paper, there wasn't enough for me and my stall was the only one that had any left.” I replied “Fine I'll just get some from the supply closet.” She put her meaty hand on my shoulder and said “Or you could down on your knees and start licking.” At first I thought she was just trying to be funny but then I realized she was being serious. I had 2 choices – fight back or start licking. I'm 5' 5'' and she was 5' 10'' with roughly 100 pounds on me. Despite my better judgment I actually did try to fight; and one punch to my stomach was all it took to get me on my knees anyway. She grabbed me by the hair, put me in the stall she was in and I was now on my knees in between her and the toilet. She said “Get licking, oh and the toilet wasn't able to flush the bulk of it.” As she lifted her skirt I was getting hesitant to start licking, but didn't really have many options. She couldn't tolerate my stalling and used one hand to push me into her ass and said “You can either get licking or I'll just wipe my ass on your face.” When I heard that I started licking and it was worse than it smelled, which was saying something. I kept licking and as I did she backed up slowly putting my head in the toilet with her huge ass. The pain on my neck and body was starting to get to me along with the smell. She then said “Sorry I know this wasn't part of the job description, but allow me to give you a perk – all you can eat free food! Better eat it all, I don't want my ass to be messier ” With that she farted; it was very loud and wet with a powerful eggy smell. BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT With that fart sprayed a mini shit-storm in my mouth. It was somewhat easy to get down, but overall it was either eat or choke on shit. After that awful experience came an SBD fart it sounded like a tire leaking air and then running over a croaked frog. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssBLLLLAAARTTT The “good” news is that she didn't have much after clogging the toilet underneath me. I guess I'm a glass full of shit kind of guy? After about 10 minutes of licking with a fart here and there she was finally finished. She examined and said “Good job toilet slave, I'll be sure to tell the others of your new job responsibility, by the way my name's Ashley. I figured you should know your master.” After unclogging the toilet, thankfully there was a plunger, restocking the toilet paper, and cleaning the bathroom I left to report to my boss on what my next assignment was. I asked her what my next assignment was and she said “Go resupply the women's locker room with towels.”. Easy enough I hoped, I grabbed some towels and entered the locker room. Inside was Vanessa, who was drenched in sweat and reeked of it too. I gave her a towel and she said “Ashley told me about your new job assignment, put that towel on the bench and lick the sweat off of me.” She looked like a black she-hulk, but with a bigger ass – if I couldn't hold my own against Ashley, what choice did I have against Vanessa? I got down and started licking her feet first, very salty/bitter taste. She grabbed my head put me in a corner (between the lockers and wall) and pulled down her pants. I was staring at one big muscular ass. I hesitantly put my face in her asshole and started licking, and she said “I didn't get a chance to really pay you back for stinking up the yoga class”. I told her it wasn't me that was farting it was Ashley and she said “Oh I know, you didn't do a good enough job of being a fart filter in that class; that's why you're going to get punished!” While licking her ass she ripped a deep bassy 7 second fart in my face: BLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPP My face felt like I was in a massage chair and it was just shaking my head. With her sweat stink and fart it smelled like a sewage leak. I kept licking for only a couple of minutes when she let go of my head and finally took a towel, dried herself off and threw it at me saying “Let's do this again real soon, and next time ya in the yoga class, sniff harder!”. It was a little hard but I was able to get back on my feet and grab the towels to leave when 3 cheerleaders came in; still in their skirt uniforms. There was an Asian with short hair and amazing body about 5'' 6', a brunette woman who was kind of tall 5' 7'', and a light-skinned black woman who was also pretty tall 5' 10''. The light-skinned black woman said “We heard from Miranda that you were sniffing her farts.” I said “Who's Miranda?” The hot Asian replied “Miranda is our cheerleader leading captain, blonde hair, the one who was farting in your face in a yoga class apparently.” “It's not like I was trying to sniff her farts, I was just kind of stuck in a yoga position!” I said. The brunette said “Ashley also told us you were her toilet and toilet paper.” I started to get shaky legs, I would have ran for it if there wasn't 3 of them and Vanessa behind me getting dressed. The light-skinned black woman said “Hey Vanessa, can you put this dweeb in your locker? But don't close the door just yet. “Vanessa replied “Ya no problem Brittany”. Vanessa grabbed me and put me in a locker, but didn't close the door. The only thing that was in front of me was a long wooden bench that was bolted to the ground. Brittany thanked her and now all 3 of the cheerleaders were in front of me. The Asian woman said “Let's try the mini fart formation!”. The brunette cheerleader took the bottom and had her butt facing me. Brittany got on top and had her ass facing me, and then the Asian woman got on top of her and now all 3 asses were facing me, vertically with nothing but their panties showing. They all said “Fart formation: 1, 2, 3!” And they were all farting simultaneously. BRRRRAAAAPPPP PSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTT BLLLOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTsssssssshhhhhh It smelled like sewage, onions, and well – shit. My eyes were watering, I was practically spazzing out in my confined little gas chamber. And then they broke the formation and Vanessa closed the door leaving me in a stink filled container. The only ventilation was the 3 horizontal lines on the locker, which clearly didn't help much. They laughed and Brittany said, “Don't worry will let you out once we change our clothes, by that time most of it should dissipate; maybe.” After about 10 minutes they finally released me and I looked and smelled like a mess. Afterward I went to my boss and did some sweeping and cleaning the gym equipment and floor. When finished with the menial tasks I asked my boss if their was anything she needed before I leave. She said with her face kinda red “Ya someone clogged stall 3 pretty badly, the cheap wooden plunger broke so you can use the gloves; and um break it down the old fashioned way.” I was tired, annoyed, and a little disgusted from my boss who obviously clogged the toilet, but decided to just get it over with. I walked into the bathroom and it reeked, it smelled like a bunch of dead skunks in the blistering heat with shit covered on top. Walking in the stall I saw it, it was about 4 inches in diameter and foot and a half long, with several “smaller” ones piled near it. It was so gross, even with the gloves to try and break this monster but after about 7 minutes of strangling this literally tough piece of shit, I finally managed to get it down. Cleaning the bathroom I was going home, it was 5:00pm and I was tired. When I got home (on campus) I checked my email and saw that someone replied to my ad that I put everywhere on campus looking for a roommate. This is what it read: “I heard you were looking for a roommate, tell you what, instead of splitting the rent 50/50, how about I just pay the whole thing? In return you can just do what you've been doing, and being my toilet/fart slave. I know you need a roommate to pay for the rent and I have a feeling no one else responded because in short – I told everyone not to, you know how fast news travels in college right?" - Ashley I was dumbfounded, it was either accept her as my roommate, or should I say master; smelling her farts every single day and maybe even every hour because of our schedules, or risk not being able to afford living, well anywhere. So let's recap, I'll be smelling a giant woman's farts everyday M-F in the morning in my math class, Monday and Wednesday in the yoga class after, and probably smelling other students and their asses at my shitty job (and in yoga). And now to top it all off, I had a realistic chance to make it a 24/7 punishment. This is some first day of college......
Part 4: Big Surprises I decided to take a much needed shower and try to relax, but I couldn't stop thinking about the email. Tomorrow I'll just tell her in person at my math class, the only upside is that it would be impossible to have me constantly smell her or her friends farts all day........right? In any case I tried to relax with TV and the internet, but then just went to bed early; after all I felt like I am going to have a busy day tomorrow. Got out of bed and ready for school I went into my math class, just like yesterday I was the first one there. A couple of students came in to their assigned seats, and in came Ashley smiling. She took a piece of what looked like wax paper from her bookbag and put it on her chair, she then got some clear tape and tapped it down to the chair and then sat down. Like yesterday she lifted her skirt on the back part of the chair only, but this time she wasn't wearing panties; I guess she didn't want to stain the seat. She turned around and said “Hello slave, did you think about my email offer?” I told her that I guess I didn't have any choice, and she can move in after I'm done with work. She then said “Great. Not wearing any panties isn't the only surprise in this math class for you! The second prize is going to be much bigger!” That didn't sound good, I knew she was preparing to fart, but what other surprise could their be? About a minute or 2 I got my answer, at first I was wondering why the floor was shaking, and then I saw her. This was one huge woman, she was a black SSBBW with a similar super pear shape to my boss at work; only she seemed to weigh around 500. She seemed to have a hard time fitting through the door like her too. Her uniform HAD to have been custom made to fit that giant “ass-shelf”. Ashley said “I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday after school who has this class, she wasn't here yesterday due to a stomach flu; I told her about your duties. Meet Rhonda!” Since I was in the corner of the classroom, and Ashley was in front of me, Rhonda chose the seat to the right of me. When she sat down almost about 35% of her ass was still hanging out. She said, “Sorry I wasn't here yesterday, I would have gladly showed up if I knew we had a fart slave. Too bad to because yesterday I couldn't stop farting, but I'm not 100% better today either.” Even before the class began I could tell Ashley ripped an almost silent fart, it sounded like someone twisted some bubble wrap. PRRRRRIIIIITTTTTTTTT “Class is in session slave!” Ashley said. The class started and again the teacher resumed his boring lecture, when Rhonda leaned to her right with her giant ass facing me and farted. BBLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT Throughout the class Ashley would release SBDs and barely audible farts whereas Rhonda was trying to release some quiet farts and was sort of succeeding. Ashley and some other students were giggling a little bit but not enough for the teacher to really bother intervening. At the end of class I was breathing through my mouth (didn't really help) and visibly drained. When the students and teacher left Rhonda got up, blocking me from getting out of my desk and let out a 8 second thunderous fart. BBLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT “Damn I was trying to get that out of my system all class! It's hard to just release smaller farts to prevent the class from hearing.” Rhonda said. Rhonda stayed their until a good amount of the stink dissipated. When Ashley got up from sitting on the wax paper there was a visible brown stain. “I knew I was farting a storm, but this is ridiculous!” Ashley “allowed” me to go to my work, she asked for the key to my room on campus, to move her things in our room while I was working. I gave it to her and said “Make yourself at home.” I don't know if I was trying to sound nice, but it sounded cliché and kind of dumb. She said she would hang out with Rhonda before making herself at home. In any case when I got to my work, my huge boss showed me the bulletin to show me who was going to use the gym. She explained that certain groups will use the gym on certain days, but the gym is available to everyone – the teams do need to practice. “It's to avoid too much clutter in the gym, give it more organization.” she said. “You should check it every week to see what changes need to be made.” Bulletin Tuesdays – Women's basketball team and cheerleading team. (Monday was the first day of school, which means today was Tuesday.) I saw the cheerleaders practicing their cheers, while the basketball players played basketball. Naturally the basketball players were tall, from 6 foot to 6' 5''. I recognized some of the cheerleaders from yesterday Miranda the team captain, Brittany, and the Asian woman. (Who didn't give me her name.) My first assignment was to clean the women with the towels when they were finished, so I grabbed the towels and headed to the locker room with trepidation. While waiting for the basketball team to finish the cheerleaders went into the locker room. Their was about 20 of them, couldn't really count them all but they all amazing bodies. I was going to reply but she said “Let me make this clear, there's 22 of us and only one of you, so to avoid pain I suggest you just comply. Now lie on the floor with your legs together and your arms spread out.” I did and as soon as I did ALL of them sat on me, covering my entire body; with Miranda on my face. “It's only natural the team captain gets the best seat in the house!” You literally couldn't see my body at all, since the skirts also helped covering me. My face was jammed in her panty stained ass while I could feel everyone else's ass on me, although one was rather light – all of them on me was pretty heavy, I couldn't move if I wanted to! It was kind of hard but I heard Miranda say “Okay ladies let's give it everything we got! 1, 2, 3!” It sounded like farting fireworks or a fart thunderstorm, if you were outside of the locker room you would still be able to hear it. It felt weird feeling all the farts hitting my body, but the smell was just as you expected; shitty. This went on only for about 20 seconds where some of them kept going and others were “out of gas”. The one sitting on my crotch, whoever that was, said “He's getting a hard on!” after that was said laughter soon followed which also shook my body. They got up eventually and I smelled pretty bad, my clothes, hair, and face were all a mess, like I got trampled by an angry mob. When they left I just lied their, catching my breath as well as I was kind of numb with all their combined weight on me. (That must have been at LEAST 2200 lbs, and that's if they all weighed 100lbs each!) And then to my horror I looked up and saw the basketball team. I was so tired and sore that all I could say was “Please......give.....me a break...” One of the women said, “You want a break? We'll give you a break!” When Miranda and the cheerleaders left to resume practice she told the basketball team what they did to me while I was lying on the floor. “If you can do it for 22 women you should have no problem serving 12 tall women.” I was too tired to even argue and just lied their ready to expect my fate. These women were not only taller, but had bigger butts as well. They were going to sit on me like the cheerleading team did, but then I saw them take off their shorts and panties. “You wouldn't believe how sweaty it gets training, and since you already reek, bare asses won't kill ya.” one said. They all took similar positions with them all sitting on me but this time it was bare asses. It felt weird breathing in one of the woman's ass, I couldn't help but get a hard on again; which of course laughter followed again. The one sitting on my face just let a 5 second fart rip. BLLLLAAAARRRRTTTT This caused some of the women to laugh and some of the other women to fart on me as well. Eventually they all were farting on me and the smell was getting to me, it was too much gas and not enough air. I passed out but only for a couple of seconds apparently, they didn't want to leave until I was awake. By the time they left I looked even worse then before, it was hard but after 10 minutes of lying on the ground I finally got up and tried to clean myself up. When I left I had to clean the women's bathrooms again, which stunk AGAIN. I don't think it was my boss this time but I didn't even care. I did the menial tasks and was done for the day. It was evening once more and I was nervous, I was standing in front of my door, which I knew Ashley was inside. A part of me just wanted to turn around and run away from this crazy college, but I knew I had nowhere to run. So I took a deep slow breath and was getting ready to knock on the door.
Part 5: In some deep shit I knocked on the door, to which Ashley opened and let me in with that devious smile she has. When I was inside I noticed she made herself at home, with her stuff everywhere. Inside our apartment I smelled a new stink, walking to my room I saw Rhonda on my bed, with her arms hugging her stomach in pain. Evidently she's been releasing some farts, to which was more obvious when I heard a 6 second fart from her. BLLLLAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTsssssssssshhh Starting off loud and ending in an SBD I asked why Rhonda was here. Even with my window opened a couple feet away from her, it didn't do much good; it smelled like a curry/oniony fart storm. I knew it would take a couple of hours for the smell to dissipate. Ashley said, “We went to this new local Indian restaurant about 20 minutes ago while you were at work, and it seems the food didn't agree with her. It didn't look that good to me so I only had a little. She on the other hand liked the food, it's just a shame it didn't like her!” I told her, “I was just going to take a shower and relax.” “You do stink, but before that take off your clothes and lie down on the bathtub.” Ashley. I knew it wasn't going to end well, but I really didn't have many options; I was going to the shower anyways. Lying down naked in the bathtub, with my feet curled up, Ashley said “Now slave, no matter what happens do NOT get up, stay lying down in the tub okay. You don't even have to eat any shit like last time, just don't let me see you even raise your head.” And then Rhonda came in the bathroom, all I saw from my angle was her giant ass to the side of the bathtub, it was even wider than the length of the tub! Then Ashley said, “I'll leave you two alone.” “How nice of Ashley, you don't have to eat my shit, but I guess that's because she wants you alive!” said Rhonda which had me pretty nervous. With that she let go a powerfully wet 7 second fart. PRRRRRIIIIITTTTTTTTTisssssssssshhhhhhBLLLAAAAARRRTTTTT That fart was too wet, as some shit sprayed on my torso. The walls were preventing her giant ass being right over my face. And then a fountain of shit started spraying out of her mammoth-sized ass. It was like a shit hydrant, spraying my body and a little of my face. By 12 minutes it my chest and crotch area were covered up completely in her giant bowel movement. I asked her if she's done yet and she said “You wish!” laughing afterward. Twenty minutes have passed and watery shit mess was everywhere on my body, I finally realized what Ashley meant by “I don't have to eat the shit.” What she really meant was “If you don't eat the shit that's fine, then just drown in gallons of Rhonda's shit!” A little over half an hour went by and now you could only see a portion of my face and a little bit of my feet, I was being covered in a warm giant pile of shit that would put an elephant to shame. It was about 45 minutes when she was done, she grabbed the toilet paper and said “Damn that food sure burned my asshole, I'm never going there again – unless you're available.” She said as she washed her hands and left our apartment. Everything but my feet was literally covered in shit, I assumed the door opened, I couldn't see and barely hear - Ashley came in and was watching. I opened my mouth and starting eating for about a minute until you finally saw my face. I felt pretty sick, she apparently knew this would happen and gave me 2 pills; one was an antibiotic from eating shit and the other was to prevent me from vomiting. Ashley said “Looks like your literally in some deep shit! Now you really stink! You can take a shower now.” This meant that I had to clean the unusable bathtub and then myself. After about an hour and 45 minutes of cleaning the bathtub and myself I was finally done! It was just 7:30 and the only thing I wanted to do was to eat, relax a little, and then sleep. The shit in my stomach didn't really feel good at all, and although it was in my stomach I needed REAL food. When I opened the fridge I noticed that there was barely anything left! In less I wanted to make a condiment sandwich there really wasn't much else. Asking her where the food went would have been rather dumb as she obviously ate it. When she saw this she said “Slave don't worry, I didn't eat your food.” I walked up to her, confused and said “Then where is it?” Ashley grabbed my arm, threw me on the bed and said “I was saving it for you, in my stomach!” I obviously knew what this meant and tried to squirm away, which didn't do much but make her laugh a little. She plopped her giant bare ass on me and said “Hope it doesn't smell too bad, I was going to take a shower, but you took forever in there!” Laughing at her joke. The smell and uncleanliness was pretty strong, but nowhere near as bad as Rhonda's farts. She lifted slightly up and told me to open wide. And then I saw it, it was about 3 inches in diameter and it didn't look like it was going to slow down any time soon. In order to prevent myself from choking I had to start eating before it was lodged in my throat. She farted and said, “See we're not only sharing the food but the smells together too! I eat a footlong sub and you get a footlong turd! What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine! A great way to save money too!" After only about 7 minutes she was done, because of the anti-vomiting medicine all I could do was look at my bulged stomach and writhe in a little bit of pain. I had to clean my face and get some mouthwash. Afterward I was given some time to finally relax and watch TV. I looked at my couch and small two ass prints, one was pretty big which was from Ashley and the other one look like it decimated my couch which was from Rhonda. I sat down on my now flat and uncomfortable couch with Ashley sitting next to me, it was a little awkward and I did keep looking at her, but nothing bad happened. She was farting every now and then, but nothing too powerful, compared to what I've went threw. It was now 10:00 pm and I decided I should go to bed early, from my bulletin at work with yoga and my math class, I'm going to need my strength. She came in and said “Well let's get some sleep. You get to deal with Vanessa and her weightlifting team tomorrow, lucky you!” My bed wasn't meant for 2 people, she grabbed a powerful looking leather harness and said, “Slave since the both of us can't sleep here, you're just going to have to sleep strapped to my ass all night.” I replied “I could just sleep on the floor.” She said “Nonsense! We're roommates, we'll share!” Judging by the look on her face it was a demand, not a suggestion. I was ordered to go onto the bed first underneath the covers, while she came practically crashing down on the bed underneath the covers. I was facing her giant unwiped ass and she grabbed my head and hooked up the leather harness, so all I could see was her asshole and underneath the covers at night – darkness. I thought to myself, there was no way I was going to sleep, but I can try...... That idea was shattered with a loud 5 second fart. BFFFFFAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPP “Sorry slave, I'm just naturally gassy. Good night!” Ashley said. It seemed like every 10 minutes she farted. It was about 12:30am and I was too tired and can only breathe Ashley's butt emissions, but I did somehow manage to fall asleep. I needed the strength for my third day of school.
Part 6: Beware the Thunder BLLLLOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTT I woke up for the third or fourth time to her loud farting, judging by her moving and the light outside (even when under the covers.) I could tell it was morning. She lifted the covers and said “Phew! Morning slave.” As she unbuckled me from her harness and released me from my dutch oven she then laughed saying “Slave I now you follow my orders but you don't have to be such a brown noser!” She pointed to the mirror on the wall. I looked and saw myself in the mirror, I was a mess. My hair was everywhere, my face was red, you could tell I was visibly tired as I had about 4 or 5 hours of sleeps, and my nose was indeed a little brown, no doubt from her constant butt bombs. We both got ready for school, while she went to the bathroom I cleaned my face via the kitchen sink and got dressed. When she got out of the bathroom she said “Slave today I'm going to go grocery shopping after yoga class.....just for one. It's be a good amount of food, but still just for me, your food will be only from me – later of course. I also have a little surprise, I have the students in the engineer department making us something to increase our fun!” When she said that I didn't really have a reaction, I knew she wanted me to eat her shit again and I have no idea what torture device the engineers are making, but was too tired to really give a damn. Then she got dressed and headed out while I headed to the bathroom relieve myself, and of course the bathroom stunk of fresh shit courtesy of Ashley. After I was done I went to school, got a candy bar from a vending machine, anything would be better than shit. I also saw while walking to class she was enjoying some sort of breakfast sandwich, couldn't tell exactly what it was, but I knew she was “fueling herself” in more ways than one. When I got to math class I sat down and fell asleep on my desk. I needed a little more sleep, I heard and smelled the gas that Ashley and Rhonda were releasing while I was in my sleep, nothing I could do but just take it. PsssssssssssssAAAARRRRRRRLLLLLLLTTTTTTT POOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTT I almost jumped out of my desk as I saw Ashley's bare ass in front of me and Rhonda's giant bare ass to the left of me. And I was greeted with powerful blasts from both of them, I would have left but Rhonda's ass was blocking my way out. They pulled up their skirts and Ashley said “At least you look less tired, but for some reason you smell worse.” Rhonda giggling in the background as they left. I at least wasn't as tired anymore, a part of me wanted to just not show up to yoga, but I knew that Ashley and Vanessa wouldn't be too happy if I did. When I got to the yoga class, although I could choose where I want, Vanessa told me to sit in the back. So I had her ass directly in front of me, Brittany the cheerleader to the left of me on her smartphone and Ashley to the right of me. Surprisingly Vanessa didn't release too many farts, Ashley on the other hand was making a fart storm and Brittany was farting a little but also using her paper notebook to fan the stink at me, making sure she wasn't inhaling any. I was forced to breathe in the various farts through my nose. When class was over Vanessa said to me “I didn't want to release my farts here, I want to release them in the gym, where it's bigger space and barely anyone ever there.” And then I remembered, it's the Weightlifting team at the gym today and judging from Vanessa's almost body-builder physique it was safe to say she was part of that. When I went to the gym I noticed that Ashley was there, when I asked why she was there she said, “I just have to talk to the coach about something, also you should take this just in case.” It was the pills from yesterday – the antibiotic and the anti-vomiting pills. I don't know what she wanted with the coach, but I decided to take the pills, better safe than sorry. I walked to Vanessa and her weightlifting team with towels and saw them, they were Amazons on steroids! There were only five of them but they all looked like she-hulks, with powerful arms and big glutes. I noticed that all of them were a little taller than I too. One of them walked up to me and stuck out her hand, she was about 5' 7'' lightly tanned skin. I reached out my hand and shook it, to which she smiled and started applying pressure to my hand. She got me down on my knees just from shaking my hand saying “Welcome to the weightlifting team, we call ourselves Team Thunder. My name's Stephanie.” When she said that I saw them flexing a little bit, as if to further intimidate me or maybe just to show off. In any case Vanessa said “Since you gals started working out, you can take him to the locker room, it should give me a little time to start working out, leave the towels here.” In the locker room Stephanie turned around, pulled down her pants & panties and said “We've been working out kinda hard, start licking.” I started licking her wet sweaty ass cheeks, they were pretty salty, after about a couple of minutes she said “Go to my asshole.” Using her hand to push me into her ass, I almost disappeared, Stephanie then said “You see girls this is the downside of a high protein diet” BLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh It lasted for about 8 seconds and rattled my skull. It was very strong and pungent; I tried to recoil, but she was way too strong. All you saw was me making moaning sounds while the other women laughed. She then removed her hand from the back of my head as it was no longer needed. I was surrounded by 4 sweaty naked muscular asses. I could literally feel the heat from these amazon women. BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP PssssssssshhhhhhhAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTT BLLLAAAAARRRRRRsssssssssshhhhhhhh Afterward all I felt was slaps, it seemed that I passed out and one of the women was just slapping me awake. “Now that was quite a workout, don't worry though you were only out for like 3 minutes. Let's see how Vanessa is doing” said Stephanie. Looking at the clock of the gym I was in there for about 15 minutes, we went back to Vanessa who just finished her weightlifting. Vanessa said “Get on the bench.” I wasn't sure the reason, but I did. She then sat down her bare sweaty ass on me and all I could see was darkness. She then said to the other women “Now give me the barbell.” The other women looked at her with a little hesitation, but then Vanessa said, “Don't worry, we're all here if something goes wrong.” She was a pretty heavy woman, maybe 180lbs, but then I felt an immeasurable amount of pressure on me. Because she wasn't standing and doing the proper technique or maybe it was just because she didn't want to kill me, she was lifting a “measly” 220lb barbell. That combined with her weight was insane, I think my nose was actually inside her hole. She then started lifting the weight and said “Hey slave, beware the thunder!” BLLLLLLLLAAAAAARRRRRRBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOORRRRRRIIIIISSSSHHHHHHH It was a loud, long, wet, and powerful fart that sounded a little too wet at the end. It lasted for about 10 seconds and I had no way out of this gas chamber. She got up and everyone started laughing as my nose was once again brown. They ironically handed me a towel to wipe my nose. Stephanie said “I guess that's the real thunder to be afraid of.” Vanessa and the others found that pretty amusing. I then went to the bathroom to make sure I was clean, I then cleaned the gym equipment and made sure everything else was in order. The best times I had was when I was just doing my job, as it was the only time where I wasn't smelling farts or being covered in shit. It was 5:00pm again and I was ready to just go home when my boss (Kimberly) called me to her office. I walked in and saw a couple of things odd, the first was that Ashley was there leaning against the wall. The second was that there was something on the floor covered in a white sheet. And the third was my boss looked at me rather odd. I was nervous, but I decided to here what they had to say. “What's up?” I said. “Ashley has told me an interesting story and showed me even more interesting pictures with her smartphone.” said Kim. Ashley walked up to me and showed the interesting pictures on her phone to me - I was speechless. One of them was were I was covered in shit in the bathtub from yesterday and another one was me underneath the covers of my bed with the harness keeping me in Ashley's ass. I then said nervously “Who is this supposed to be?” I then said “Well how do you even know it's me, it's not like you can see my face in either of those pictures.” Kim then said “I have 2 reasons to believe Ashley: when you were with the Weightlifting team, team thunder I saw Vanessa on top of you with her bare ass in your face through my window. I'm just glad Ashley told me to look out the window earlier today when she came in here.” I wasn't even taking in the fact that my boss's room had a big window, but since it always had the blinds down I just assumed she wasn't watching, if only Ashley didn't say anything..... “And the second reason?” I said with a very nervous tone. “I have no reason to doubt my own daughter about something like this.” Kim said. And then I was shocked, my boss Kim - is Ashley's mother. I had a very bad feeling about all of this.....
Part 7: The Box “So......where do we go from here?” I asked a little more calm. “Well if anyone reported this to the authorities or to someone on campus with authority you would be in a world of trouble.” Kim said. “Maybe we can just stop and pretend it never happened?” I said. “Unfortunately that's impossible, if this involved just my daughter and you then it would have been possible, but I'm afraid you're just in too deep. I also have no interest in ruining your life. However, the idea of having a 'slave' sounds rather exciting, at least from the pictures my daughter showed me and the stories she told me. So here's what's going to happen – everything resumes as is, but now with me included.” Kim said. “Why do you want me to serve you?” I said a little worried, but still sincere. “In the later years of my marriage I couldn't lose the weight, my husband stopped finding me attractive and when he left me, I ballooned up to 454lbs. The idea of having someone to be my toilet/fart slave, sounds like the rush I've been looking for. Ashley made it seem so fun, and it seemed like Team Thunder some fun too. I don't know how I feel about you being my toilet.......since I am quite large and have some rather.......large movements, but I can at least try this fantasy. Besides I did see you serve Rhonda and she's a little bigger than I am!” Kim said. It's true that I did serve Rhonda, but I didn't eat all her shit, just enough for me to live. The largest amount of shit I ate was about a foot long from Ashley afterward and that had me pretty full. “Also slave, you have way to many people against you for you to be free, it's your word versus mine, my mothers, the cheerleaders, the weightlifting team, the basketball team, and Rhonda. If people find out, you'll lose everything and probably end up going to jail.” Ashley said. With that, Ashley removed the white sheet covering the object to reveal a steel box with cardboard below it. “This is the device I had the engineers build, a toilet box.” Ashley said. It was wide enough for a person's head and a little more than double the height of my head. It had a hole coming out one of the sides with a soft looking material so it wouldn't strangle or cut my neck while I was in it. She then said “Go on slave, lie down and let's try it!” There were two indents on each side of the box so she could put her hands on both sides and lift it, I lied down and she put it on me. Inside I saw there was a small circle of lights that lit up, she said “When it's dark in this box, the lights come on automatically, this way you can see all the fun!” Ashley said. She lifted the toilet lid and the lights turned off, I could now see her and she said “Well mom, you're up.” I could feel the vibrations of Kimberly coming closer to me, it was scary to say the least. As she was pulling her parachute-sized pants and underwear Ashley said “Don't worry, this box is supposed to support up to 1200lbs.” At least the box wasn't going to collapse on me, but it didn't make me feel that much better. Kimberly's giant ass was all I saw descending on the toilet box, the box's lights turned on and all I could see was a small portion of her giant ass and her asshole. I am so glad I ate the antibiotic pill and anti-vomiting pill earlier today. BOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT It lasted for 10 seconds and I thought my hair blew back a little, since this box had zero ventilation; I received it all. It smelled like a bean and raw sewage blast in my box, I probably would have vomited there and now just from that. Ashley knocked on the box saying “You better be breathing through your nose, and you better be hungry!” And then I saw the first piece of shit it started out as a dot and started to grow in length and diameter every second. When it came out it was about 5 inches in diameter and 6 inches long, instead of breaking off it started to coil around me. When this monster got to about a foot long it broke off. It covered my mouth and my forehead, I then saw her ass puckering again – I had to eat it or die. BLLLLLLAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTiiisssssssssshhhhhhhh Another colossal fart, this time sounding more wet and about 12 seconds long came out before I even started eating what I had. I started chewing as my life literally depended on it and it was tough, dry, and god-awful tasting. While chewing on this beast I heard the two talking. “So mom did you try the new local Indian restaurant that opened up?” “Why no I haven't is it any – BOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT” Between me fighting for my life and her giant farts I couldn't really hear the conversation nor did I have time to give a damn. After about 8 minutes and 4 giant logs she seemed to be done. I couldn't eat everything on me because of where the shit landed. When she was done she got up, Ashley lifted the toilet box and then the smell that was trapped in the box permeated throughout the room. Ashley put her hands over her mouth and said “Phew, mom! I'm going to get some toilet paper I'll be right back.” She needed an excuse to leave the room. Kimberly told me not to get up as she didn't want her office floor to have shit on it. Ashley comes back with a roll of toilet paper and gloves. She gave me the gloves to have me eat what wasn't able to go into my mouth and then gave me the toilet paper to clean my face off from the shit residue on me. I was lying there, on the cardboard with shit stains between the back of my head and the cardboard. I felt like someone shoved an entire boneless turkey up me – at least in quantity. My stomach was visibly full, looking like I really did have a feast. Kim then says “Hand me the toilet paper slave.” Ashley interrupts and says “Mom, now he's your toilet paper, his tongue is anyways.” I glanced over at her emotionless face for a second and then returned to Kimberly. Kim said “Well.....okay, get ready to lick for your life.” It was a scary sight to see having her waddle over me with her ass facing me. She then said “Ashley do I get him up to lick or do I just sit down?” Ashley chuckled and said “Whatever you're most comfortable with, he's a slave remember?” She then was ready to sit down and a loud thud came, the source of the smell was horrible and I couldn't see anything. My face completely disappeared in this tank of an ass, you couldn't even see my hair. I started licking and then heard a small fart escape. “Whoops, looks like you'll have to cope slave.” Kim said kinda finding it funny. She then seemed to be enjoying this dirty rim job as she was bouncing up and down while sitting on me. After about a minute of licking and smelling some farts slipping Ashley said “Ummm mom, aren't you going to let him breathe?” Kim quickly came back to reality as she got up, just enough for him to breathe for a little bit before crashing back down. After about 4 minutes I was finally done, it would take a good amount of mouthwash for me to get this shit taste out of my mouth. She got up and Ashley said “So how was it?” Kimberly said “Using him as a toilet was kinda fun, but using him as toilet paper was wonderful! It felt so good to get so much attention to my ….um area....” Ashley then said “You here that slave, you now have a new responsibilities to add to your job. You should update your resume!” Making Ashley laugh saying that. “So what happens to the toilet box, does it stay here or do you take it with you?” Kim said. “Well the good news is that it's pretty portable, so when I'm not using it in my apartment, I can bring it over to your office. At least you can still use him as toilet paper whenever you like.” Ashley said. After that fiasco was over I was ordered to carry the toilet box to our apartment, just in case. “You no longer need to pack a lunchbox slave, this is your lunchbox.” Ashley said grinning. When we got to our apartment I set the toilet box down and writhed in pain. I just ate about 10 pounds of shit, or at least that what it felt like. I saw that the fridge was full of groceries and Ashley said “Don't even think about it, not that you can still be hungry anyways.” She was right, I was too damn full of shit to eat an apple much less anything actually filling. I was lucky she already took a crap yesterday otherwise I would've probably have been dead. She farted a little bit here and there but nothing too bad. I actually received a decent amount of rest when I was home, which gave me time to recuperate. This has been one hell of a week, I served so many different types of women that I had no idea what to do. They were right about one thing though: I was in too deep. I couldn't just quit unless I wanted to get expelled and thrown in jail; I also had too many students against me. Even if I reported Kimberly I would have more to lose than her, I'm young and would be throwing away the majority of my life.
Part 8: Shitty Promises It was morning once more and I was unstrapped from Ashley's ass; released again from my dutch oven underneath the sheets. I was clenching my stomach and was visibly in pain – I may have taken pills to prevent vomiting or getting sick from the bacteria of shit, but shit was still shit. I needed rest and real food to get nourished. Ashley decided in order for me to continue serving all the women, I was allowed to eat real food every once in awhile and actually get rest today while she went to school. “Slave I'm going to school, I allow you to eat real food and rest for now. I need you to be ready for tomorrow's BBQ I've got planned at Rhonda's house. I'll let my mother know you won't be going to school today.” Ashley said. It felt great to actually rest and relax, but I was also nervous for what was going to happen on Saturday (tomorrow). *** In the evening Ashley came home and said “Before I get ready for bed I'd like to tell you a little bit of the plan tomorrow. Tomorrow we'll be going to Rhonda's house for a BBQ. What I didn't tell you is that I'll be hooking you up to another toilet box – this one will look like a regular toilet. And I've already promised Rhonda that she'll be getting to use you, but don't worry we decided to have only her use you tomorrow; you need to get back into the swing of things. Relax, she's not going to eat at that Indian restaurant again.” That didn't make me feel much better, irregardless of what she was going to eat, Rhonda was still a HUGE woman. I was grateful I at least got the warning ahead of time and a day to re-coop. Sometime after I was once again strapped to Ashley's big butt before going to bed, still not getting used to the smell. *** It was Saturday morning and I prepared my fate, I was given a light breakfast followed by the anti-vomiting pill and the anti-bacteria pill; all for obvious reasons. We got to Rhonda's house around 11:00 am to set me up. Ashley put a white blanket over the regular toilet with a sign that says “Out of Order”. There was also a floor door in front of the toilet horizontally that allowed me to be secured in place and hidden. Apparently Rhonda knew this ahead of time, so on Friday she made a hole in the floor door perfect for my head; and Ashley placed the porcelain toilet above the hole. This was toilet was slightly better than the previous boxes I was placed into, this one was apparently sturdier and had a tiny camera for me above the bowl, so I can see the impending doom come down on me. It also had a tube to force my mouth open, making talking impossible. Ashley said “The little camera also has a light, only works when there's darkness just like the box in school; now you just wait there till afternoon and Rhonda and I will get ready for the BBQ.” Waiting made me both bored and anxious. It was hard to get a feel for time but I assume I was down there for about 2 hours when I could hear a little more commotion going on. Because the floor was wood and I was put underneath I could feel the two big women coming in the bathroom. “And here is the new and improved toilet.” Ashley said. I could see them and hear them thanks to the camera. “I heard that yesterday you were feeling kinda shitty, so I'm here to get you back in shape, how nice of me.” Rhonda said with a little humor in her tone. They left and about 30 minutes later I could smell the food being made. Ashley was cooking on the grill outside making hotdogs for her and Rhonda. There was also chili which Rhonda was using to put on top of the hotdogs. “Rhonda so far you've eaten seven hotdogs with chili and probably a quart of baked beans, I don't want you killing my slave.” Ashley stated. Rhonda replied “He needs to be trained to handle all of his masters, handling me is like handling about six women.” Which Ashley replied “More like sixty women if you keep eating like that.” There was also someone else who came, Rhonda's mother Valerie. It was obvious to see where Rhonda got her figure from; Valerie was morbidly obese and super pear shaped. She not only needed to turn sideways to fit through the glass sliding door, but also uses a metal walker to move around. She sits on the wooden bench outside and you can start hearing it creak, Valerie says “Mind if I join ya?” “Mom I told you I would bring you your food upstairs, no need to come down here.” Rhonda said. “I can't stay in bed forever, need to get some basic exercise.” Valerie retorted. Ashley served her seven chili dogs thinking that would be enough to feed her, it wasn't. “Mmm pretty good chili dogs, keep em coming.” To Ashley it looked like an eating contest between Valerie and Rhonda, with Rhonda losing despite the seven chili dogs already eaten. After 30 hotdogs were devoured, Valerie eating 18 to Rhonda's 12, Valerie said “Well I guess if that's all the hotdogs you have, I'll go back to my room.” Rhonda decided to clean the grill, drink some punch, and chat with Ashley as Valerie waddled inside. When Valerie got inside she was about to go upstairs when she felt her stomach in pain. “BLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTTT” releasing a four second 'small' fart. “Damn hotdogs, I'm not going to make it up all those stairs without going to the bathroom first.” Valerie thought. I could feel the floor shaking and creaking, like Godzilla was upstairs, and then I saw her for the first time, Valerie's mother. Rhonda was small in comparison to this blubbery giant. My eyes widen and I panicked as she said “Toilet out of order, guess I gotta use this thing, no one tells me anything.” Closing and locking the door, and looking downward unaware of a person inside she just lifts her moo moo revealing a gargantuan ass with no panties. I saw this mammoth ass come crashing down, filling my entire vision and the inside lights of the toilet went on, letting me see my impeding doom. “BLLAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTiiiiiiissssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh” It first started out loud and then just made a hissing sound, it sounded way to wet. Irregardless of how it sounded it also sprayed some shit at the end, a prelude of what's to come. After eating about a foot and a half long beast, I winced as I saw yet another monster starting to form. The “good” news is it wasn't as wide as the first but almost twice as long! 40 minutes of hearing bassy tuba blasts and eating a shit buffet and she was done. Wiped, let her moo moo fall and left. Even if my face wasn't covered in some shit, the bathroom still absolutely reeked. 10 minutes later I see Rhonda and Ashley, with Ashley saying “Judging by this awful smell I can tell you've met Rhonda's mother. She wasn't part of the plan.......” Rhonda said “I still have to go!” Ashley responded “Well a promise is a promise.........knock yourself out, just don't kill my slave.” “No guarantees” Rhonda said while Ashley was leaving the bathroom. I was screwed, now I have to eat another giant black woman's shit? Damn. She pulled her pants down and blasted a very wet fart. “BLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTiiisssssssssssssshhhhhhhh” Getting blasted with a shit spray. This shit was all wet and lumpy, so all I had to do was swallow, not like that makes the taste any better. After about 40 minutes she was done, she wiped, pulled up her pants and grabbed an aerosol can spraying it everywhere. “Damn this bathroom stinks! I'll have to let this room air out for a while.” Ashley and Rhonda lifted the toilet and saw that I looked visibly ill. Ashley handed me a couple of paper towels and said “So you lived? I guess the training you've had with us prepared you for this, or you would be dead by now.” Rhonda laughed and said “And it looks like you enjoyed it more than we thought.” Pointing to my pants, which showed my dick was rock hard. “You can take care of that when we get home, slave” Ashley said. It was like I had a Thanksgiving size meal of shit inside me and I actually had a boner......... What the hell was happening to me?
Part 9: Titan Tatyana As I am once again strapped to Ashley's giant ass I tried not to ponder too much about why I may be starting to like the abuse. Instead I change my thoughts to “Will I have to deal with this slavery for four to five years, or even longer?” Pssssssssshhhhhhttttttt An SBD fart from Ashley's gassy behind interrupted my train of thought for the umpteenth time tonight and I decided that perhaps I should worry about that another time. Morning once again came, and now it was Sunday. I was actually given this day to do my school work, clean the apartment, and rest (besides being strapped to Ashley's ass in the night once more). Monday morning came and as she was on her smartphone she said “Hey slave, looks like team Thunder got a new member; you'll probably see her at work. She's a transfer student from Russia.” This got me nervous, as I couldn't forget Vanessa, like a black she-hulk, I wonder if this new girl would be using me as well? My math and yoga class was more or less the same; smelling farts from Ashley, Rhonda and various girls, breathing in their stink while worrying about this new woman. While walking to work I was on my smartphone and texted Ashley some details about her; and her nickname – Titan Tatyana. Apparently she's a transfer student from Russia who has a full scholarship for being on Team Thunder. When I got to work I saw a woman power lifting, since I never saw her before I assumed that was her. She wasn't as muscular as Vanessa, which made me wonder why she was even on the team; she had more of an athletic build with creamy white skin and blonde hair. When I walked up closer to her I released why she was on the team – she's a amazon! Granted she didn't have a super muscular body like Vanessa, but she was around 6' 8''! When she was in the squatting position getting ready to lift, I couldn't help but notice her giant ass sticking out in the shorts she was wearing. “Maybe she was too healthy.” I thought to myself. After she was done lifting, and dropped the weight on the matted floor (Which was kinda scary as the floor kinda shook; what did she just bench?), I offered her a towel and she replied in a heavy Russian accent “Thank you toilet man.” That made me a little nervous, did she already know about me? “I mean thank you, maintenance man. Or is it janitor?” I was a little more calm and said “I guess my job position is maintenance man.” Seeing her stand right next to me was intimidating to say the least, my head barely reached her breasts; which weren't really that small either. We introduced ourselves to one another, and was talking about various things when she went to the bathroom while holding her smartphone texting to someone. I could actually hear some farts from outside the restroom as I was putting cleaning up some of the exercise equipment. After about 20 minutes she came out of the bathroom and said “The toilet is clogged”. She resumed working out while I braced myself for whatever is in the bathroom, as I walked in the smell hit me; I'm surprised I still have a sense of smell. I opened the stall and saw a monster of a dump, it was about 3 inches in diameter and roughly a foot and a half long, coiling out of the toilet water. My job did have gloves for this type of problem, so I put them on and began trying to break it down. “Her shit is tougher than I am” I thought to myself”. Finally after about 5 minutes of wrestling her shit it finally was able to be flushed down the toilet. Tatyana walked in and said “Vanessa has told me that your toilet slave services on the smartphone; time to perform your maintenance slave.”, she pulled down her shorts revealing a dirty unwiped ass and said “Clean, with your tongue.” I could literally feel the heat from this woman's ass and began lapping her giant crack with my tongue. The taste was awful to say the least, and then “PBBBBBARRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTissssssssshhhhhhhh” a powerfully loud and long fart escaped her ass as I was cleaning it, I couldn't help but pull back and also get a hard on. She grabbed my head and shoved it back in her ass to clean; while farting a couple of times, but powerful ones. After about 10 minutes I finished and she said “Not bad. I'll see you around slave.” This is getting insane I thought to myself. The asses, the degradation, the domination – it was all getting to me. I loved it and hated it at the same time. This is going to be the longest bachelor degree earned ever, this is only the beginning of the second week – who knows what's in store for me?
Part 10: Thunder Storm Tuesday morning came and I was once again released from my stinky prison. The morning air felt cooling against my dutch-ovened face. After my usual barrage of farts from Ashley and Rhonda - I was going to work like normal. Upon my arrival however, I saw the whole team Thunder there; including Vanessa and the titan Tatyana - each wearing a red tracksuit with white stripes with their team symbol on it. Before I asked what was going on my boss Kimberly explained “For the next 3 days, you’ll be going with team Thunder to try to recruit new members. It’s already been approved by your teachers and as long as you continue the math assignments online - you’re all clear.” I was rather terrified as I would be on a bus with the entire team Thunder, looking for potentially new women to serve. I’ll admit though - I was also kind of turned on the amazingly fine assess I would see, just not the smells or possibly taste of what was to come. The good news is that with the bus driver onboard, there was no ‘funny’ business happening. This of course gave the team time to tell me the details. Vanessa was holding a clipboard and said “We made have a list of women we’re going to try to recruit. We were given times and places to meet them as well, - all of them are in gyms but in different locations. As other schools are trying to recruit these heavy weight lifters, it’s important to give us an edge.” “And that edge be you.” Tatyana interjected in her Russian accent. “What do you mean?” I asked. Vanessa said “The only real edge we have is you - or rather your services that you can provide to these potential candidates. I have the list of women we’ll be meeting for the next 3 days, and the first one is woman is someone named Emma. I suggest you take the anti-vomiting pills and antibiotic pill - just in case.” I agreed and waited on the bus for my imminent doom. It took about 45 minutes to get to the gym and when we got there I saw her, she looked like the ideal stereotype of white trash. She was huge - tall and fat, looked like she ignored some hygiene judging from the miscellaneous stains I saw from underneath her arms and crotch area of her leotard. She was lifting an absurd amount of weight and when she was done she tossed it to the side and yelled “YA! Fuck ya! That’s what I’m talking about!” all while slamming the mat. Vanessa introduced saying “Hi, we’re from team Thunder looking to recruit you for our weightlifting team; you talked to our coach on the phone; you are Emma correct?” “OH YA I remember. I already have some offers for some other colleges, so why should I consider ya’ll?” she responded. This is where Vanessa and some other members smiled and introduced me. “Here.” Vanessa said basically pushing me into this rather large woman. Up close and personal I could guess she was about 6’ 3” and maybe 350 pounds. Also and unfortunately my guess about her lack of hygiene was correct as well, as she reeked of sweat. Stephanie intervened and said “Think of him as your personal slave, willing to do anything you desire.” Emma was kind of confused saying “What do ya mean, he’ll kiss my ass and such?” Vanessa and the team looked at me; with me saying “Ya I’ll, I’ll…..kiss your ass if you wish…” Hoping that she took that sentence as an exaggeration and not literal. Instead she said “How about ya lie down on the mat while I lift some weights?” Naturally I had to comply and saw her monstrous body stand above me. From this angle all I could see was her giant sweaty ass above my face. Team Thunder gave her the weight so she didn’t have to move from that position. As soon as she squatted to pick it up I was instantly face-to-face with her giant ass. The smell was horrendous and now I was glad that I took the anti-vomiting pill. After she lifted the weight, to make sure that when she tossed it the weight didn’t hit my legs, she lowered the weight and walked slowly forward, then when over my chest she confidently tossed the weight, which unfortunately caused her to lose her balance falling backward squarely on my face. As an added bonus of disgusting, when her ass landed on me it made a squish sound, which I can only pray was from sweating so much. Had I been able to here, I would have braced myself for on onslaught. “OH DAMN, I didn’t mean to literally kiss my ass, but while I’m here…” with her grunting she released a loud, long, and heinous fart in my face. BBLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTiiiisssssssssssssshhhh. It was now confirmed that everything from this woman was loud - be it her mouth or ass. The smell however was like raw sewage with a hint of egginess to it. BLLLARRRTTTT BRAAAPPPPPP POOOOOLLLLLLTTTT After 3 more powerful farts, with her laughing her giant ass off, she finally was able to stand up giving me some somewhat fresh air. After that Emma said “God DAMN that was amazing! What else can he do?!” She seemed a little too eager and excited to find out. As if on cue Tatyana brought the metal toilet box saying “He also makes a great toilet from what I hear.” “Well hop inside!” Emma almost shouted. Reluctantly I went inside the toilet box with Emma saying “Are you sure this is okay, my stomach has been acting weird all day.” With team Thunder reassuring things were alright I was witnessing Emma quickly changed her outfit in the locker room and practically ran to the toilet box saying “Better hope that things aren’t as bad as they sound or feel in here.” Grabbing her gut. As soon as she sat down the toilet’s inner lights turned on revealing doom from above. There was wasn’t any real struggling or straining, just a pure shit fountain with no signs of stopping. The shit was spraying all over my face and I knew I had to either eat up or drown. The only up side was that there wasn’t much chewing; mainly swallowing, but the smell was dreadful, and with no ventilation by design my eyes were watering from this beast of a woman. BLLLLALAARRRRRAAAARRRRRRssssssssssssiiiiiiiiissssttttttttttt It didn’t sound good at all, after her powerful shit storm finally ended she got up wiped herself and threw the toilet paper in the box. They decided to leave he toilet box on for a while, so they don’t have to suffer the smell while I struggle to keep it all down. After about 15 minutes of chatting Emma said “Well DAMN I’ll certainly think about joining team Thunder.” Once they lifted off the toilet box the smell permeated throughout the gym, but the ‘good’ news is that there wasn’t much of a mess as it was mostly inside me. I was handed paper towels for my face, the toilet box was hosed down outside, and we went back into the bus. Once on the bus I said panting and nervously “Where to next….?” |
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