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Women Unite! WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. I was either really stupid or really brave for taking part in Miss Bradaldi’s extra credit assignment. What I was,(or identified as) now was a number of things: scared, humiliated, cold...and I geuss naked. Miss Bradaldi-excuse me Xis Bradaldi- rolled me into her Feminism 2100 classroom. I was ass naked, cooked up in a clear glass container for the world to see. It was cramped, but at least had me crouching to hide my manhood- every one of the 22 girls in the glass were giggling as I was rolled in, pointing and laughing at the one male in the class. Miss Bradaldi smiled as they did so. “Yes, empower yourselves, girls! Look upon the fragile male figure in all it’s disgusting, pervy existence! I was…” Miss Bradaldi continued to talk, something about her walk over here when a male stare raped her. Normally, this was where I’d intervene, call her out on her bullshit. But I needed this extra credit. I could barely hear out the box, only when she opened a slit on the outside, attaching a tube across it. “Now we will show this ‘lower creature’ what we are fully capable of!” My eyes pleaded with the other girls when they watched me in confusion. Miss Bradaldi planted her jean pants over the tube and let out a fierce grunt. BBBRRLLFFUUAAOOFFAAAATTTTTTTT! Oh god, here it was! A sour, raunchy fart poured out for a solid 7 seconds down the tube. The girls in the classroom gasped, while Miss Bradaldi stood up again. “Fart rape is a common trait among males in our culture. But see here, womankind is just as cabable as-” PPRRLLLLAAABBBTTTTOOOTTT! “Oh, excuse me fellow sisters. No excuses for our little slave here.” FFRRBBAAAAOOORRTTTT! By now the whole container smelt like day old cheese and broiled, salty meat. “Fart rape is inexcusable-this is what males do to our kind everyday. I think it’s time for some payback, hmm?” The girls cheered loud enough to mask the bubbly toot Bradaldi sent my way. BBRRLLLRRBBBRRLLBBBAAABBTTT! As they rancid heat waves dripped from her jean pants, the whole box became fogged, except for one girl in the classroom. Mary Bender, my crush. FFFFLLOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! “Who wants to give it a try?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A line had formed around the box of eager young feminists looking to get some extra credit. They all had A’s and didn’t need it- as per the curriculum, all female oriented individuals would be “empowered” with a minimum B grade. I had to start off with a D to simulate, “Real world Patriarchy”. FFRRRRAAAAAAABBBBBBTTT! Not to mention take Bradaldi’s sour, nasty farts with no comebacks for extra credit. The room was hesitant as she took off her pants. “Don’t be afraid to show your true form. You have nothing to be ashamed of, no matter the size, sound, or stink of your body. HRGH!” BBBLLRROOOOTTSSTTTT! I watched a wet fart shoot out of her middle aged asshole,(weirdly enough it was pierced-you could do that?!) and the girls cheered as the odor made me hang my head and gag. “That’s right! This is what oppression feels like, cis scum! Everyone, come fart on Marcus, let him taste the fruits of his privilege!” Girls left and right lined up, stripping down to the bum, quickly chowing down on any snacks or coffee they’d brought to class. Xiss Bradaldi had to attach two more hoses just to accommodate the attention. To my surprise and affection, Mary was seated. I saw her smile at me, but was soon blocked by the farting feminist view. A large black girl and a petite asian girl took their place on the hoses. BBBRRRRRRROOOOOTTTTTT! PPRRPPPPPPPPAAAALLBBTT! The two gave off a harsh, stinky chorus, causing me to gag, expectedly. Beef stew farts on one side and a thai dinner on the other. BBBBLLLLLLLAAAATTTT! “Ah, cis scum!” said the asian girl as she left the hose. Big surprise, an uglier fatter girl took her place on the hose, along with some pierced girl with pink hair. BBBRRRAAAFFFFTTTT! PPLLLRRROORRPSLTTT! FFBBRRRAABBOOTTTT! BBBLLRLRRRBBAAATTTT! The girls cheered and cheered as they went on- they apparently had a lot to say to me. BBBRRRLLFFFFFFOOAAPPPTTTTTTTTTTT! The big girl gave a long, flapping fart, and it took me only two seconds out of 10 exposure to puke. The girls clapped...all except Mary. I sheepishly wiped the glass to see her averting contact with the situation. Bradaldi must have caught on. “Mary, if that is the white privileged name you still wish to claim...don’t be disenfranchised, come, give this whelp what he deserves!” Mary smiled, at me and then to her. “Sorry, I… don’t have anything right now. Let our other sisters take a turn.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And take a turn they all did. There were 15 girls in our glass who were chomping at the bit to give me a taste of my “privilege”. FFRRRRLLLBBBOOOTTT! BBBLLLRRRRAAAATTTTT! I gagged as two saucy farts collided from both ends. Then the girls naked butts left the tubes and I could hear the insults. “Get em’ Genene!” “That’s for canceling Gilmore Girls!” What? PPTTTTTLLRRRRSSTTTT! PPRRRLLOOOOPPPP! Oh god, I saw every horrible hole, opening up from all directions. Women of colour- FFTTTRRAAAAPPBBTTTT!- Wide women, short women- PPLLLAAAPPPBBTTT! BBRRLLRPPSSSTTTTTTT! I didn’t know what was fogging the glass more, the hazy methane hanging around me or my own frantic breaths. By now I could only see blurred asses and distinct pink and brown poopers stuck into the tubes. FFRRRRROMMMPPTTT! Outside the box was clear laughter and cheering at my expense. Bradaldi went on to lecture about the history of women’s rights, how I had had this coming since my birth. Through the fog of the glass I could just make out Mary, sitting in her chair. BBBBLLL-RRR---TTTT! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Genene, a fat girl with farts that smelled like bad chinese food. Her fart stopped abruptly and I heard slight gasps outside the box. Quickly, she left the tube and covered her asscheeks. Her other cheeks were stark red. Bradaldi laughed, holding the tube in her hand. “Don’t hide your feminine odors girls! We all saw the needs of this independent woman. And geuss what? So did our oppressor…” Bradaldi capped the tube with her ass and sent a sour rippling fart down the tube. “You see, The Man wants us to be polite, to be feminine. Such behavior is reserved for the male. But look at this ladies.” Bradaldi adjusted her cheeks, spread fully now over the tube. I watched as her ragged asshole bulged, the pubic hairs stretching along the length of her asscrack. FFRRRSSSPHHHOOOOPPTTSSTTT! It was too late before I even realized what happened. Thick black slime coated the tube; as the initial shit stuck to the side, she released another hefty chunk with a fart. PPLLLRRSSSSOHHOOTTT! Oh god, the smell! Fucking acidic ranch dressing and rye cheese! Bradaldi laughed as I banged against the box. “Wait, this wasn’t what I agreed to!” The class roared with laughter as I coughed and turned my head. The sickly shit settled around my arms and legs. “Would anyone else like to empower themselves?” asked Bradaldi. The tubes were wrung from her hands. BBBLLLAAAPPTTT! FFRRTTT--LLLTTT! BBRRFFFFFFTOOOOTTT! The roaring farts of women’s empowerment were replaced with thick logs of social justice. I screamed as they slid along the tubes. Geninne's fat ass introduced itself properly now-it got stuck halfway along the tube it was so thick. PPRRRLLLAAABBOOOTTT! FFLLOOOTTTTT! The girls laughed, chunking up the massive shit as others farted and continued relieving their “feminine odors” on me. Some took a piss, others a few wet sharts, all disgusting fludis from their lower halves. BBRRRRROMMPPTSSSSHHTTTTFFFSSSSSTTT! An indian girl got a series of claps. “GO GO GO GO!” shouted the class, holding up the tube like a drinking keg as her diarrhea spewed and spewed and spewed. FFFLLOOORRRLLTTSSHTTT! Hot curry and dry bean paste smell added onto the shit tank that I currently occupied. It was nearly half full and I was buried in shit. I was saved by the bell, literally. As it rang, Bradaldi handed out wet wipes for the females to wipe themselves with. “Feel free to abstain ladies, it is your bodies and your choice!” Some did, grabbing the hose one last time to plant a fart down onto their privileged toilet, then pulling up their pants and walking out the door. God save whoever had to sit in their chairs next. Bradaldi bid them all a safe week, telling them to carry a taser if they have it, guns were too dangerous. Mary was the last to leave. I was dying, cooked alive in human waste as she looked pitifully into my eyes and smiled. “Um, Xiss, I have my research paper done,” she said, plopping her paper on the desk. “Thank you, Mary. Have an empowered week!” With that, Bradaldi hauled me off to her teacher room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’d never felt more relief than when Bradaldi unlocked the tank’s door. Fresh air met me, cooling every inch that had been cracked, caked on with dried shit. I looked pathetic, groveling on the floor of her office, mouth and eyes open, gasping like a fish. I assume she loved it, because her pants were lowered once more. “All right Marcus, with our demonstration, looks like I can bump you up to a C-. It would have been a C but remember, you forgot to thank your female betters as they walked out the door.” FFLLLLTTTTAAAAAAATTTTT! I shriveled away into a corner as the greasy fart barely coated my nose. I nodded my head furiously. “Y-yes, Xiss Bradaldi. Thank you for my education.” Disagreeing with her was considered rape. I averted my eyes to her toes, so as not to have points taken off for stare rape as well. “Well there is one way I can give you a C. I’ve ran out of toilet paper and it seems you don’t have your subjugation completed, so…” I watched Bradaldi waltz over and spread her asscheeks above me. She wasn’t an unnatractive Feminist,(it’s a stereotype, cis scum) but an aggressive one nonetheless. Inch by inch I watched her violate my personal space with her cunt hair brimming my chin, her still drying shit caked around her bulging hole. BBBRRRLLLRRBBOOOTTTT! I gagged, desperately trying to hold back puke from the beany toot. “Marcus! Are you disagreeing with my suggestions?!” she cried. “No, Xiss Bradaldi. I’m a feminist, we all are.” Gently I ran my tounge against her nasty hole, tasting the benefits of my patriarchy values. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There wasn’t enough showers or toothpaste in the world to get rid of that smell or that taste. Walking back to my dorm, I had to keep telling myself. “I am privileged, in everything I do. I must check it, better myself.” Something tugged at me, like never before, however. I watched her walk down the hallway...and I admit it, I was stare raping her backside. That cute booty bouncing inside those fashion model made yoga pants in her cute Pink branded sandals. BBRRRRRRLLLLLUUUUPPTTT! She let out a wet shower fart and turned around wide eyed. “Oh my god...excuse me!” she cried. I smiled. “You don’t have to… you know…” She smiled back and exited down the stairs. I stood there another 10 seconds outside my dorm room, remembering to check my privilege while her water coated dinner fart ran through my nose. Taco farts...oh thank christ she wasn’t a vegan too. |
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