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You Scratch My Back... WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Sheila peered around the ladies restroom. It seemed to be empty, but in a ritzy place like this, who knows if someone was meddling around on their phone. Sheila certainly wanted to when she first walked in. However, she had a mission at hand. BBBBBBLLLRRPPBBTT! She let out a tiny exclamation as her butt decided to exclaim for itself. “Jesus, couldn’t even wait till I got in!” Sheila sighed and grabbed Jerry from her pocket. “Sorry,” she said, checking to see if she had harmed him at all. “You know how I get when I’m nervous.” Jerry smirked up in her hand. “Yeah I know, gassy. Along with you getting angry, getting sad, feeling hungry, getting too full….” “-ya ya, shut up!” Said Sheila. She threw open a bathroom stall and placed Jerry on the toilet paper dispenser. “So, you remember the plan, right?” Sheila undid her belt buckle on the toilet seat, double and triple checking to make sure she hadn’t sat on her co-worker. “Ya doll. I go in your ass and plug up your butt until your little dinner date is over.” “It’s not a date-” “Then when Miss Tighter-Asshole-Than-You gives you a promotion, you bump me up along the ladder. Sound righ-whoah.” Sheila had now taken off her pants, giving Jerry a full view of her tan naked cheeks. Sheila was a little plumper, but being toy soldier sized made them only huger. “Man, if I had a quarter for how many times your ass has sent me speechless,” Jerry said. Sheila laughed as he made cartoon wolf howling noises. Jerry had been her co-worker for a long time. They even had a fling before just becoming friends. “You sad you left this?” Sheila couldn’t help shaking her giant can in front of him. BBBLLLLLTTT! “Sorry!” She exclaimed. Jerry laughed. “And THAT is why I left you.” Sheila grimaced and picked him up, aligning him along her asscrack. “Are you sure you can go through with this?” She asked. Sheila didn’t like the smell of her fart from this size...she couldn’t imagine what Jerry was going through. “Hey, I’ve dealt with your ass for years. If this is what it takes to move us up the ladder, then I’m a go!” Jerry reached out and gave his female coworker a smack. Sheila barely felt a thing. “Ok, here goes.” She said. With that, Sheila shoved Jerry gently into her asshole. “Ohhh god,” she moaned. Jerry had managed to give her a little pleasure again, (despite his new size). “Ok Sheila...showtime.” Sheila pulled up her pants and walked outside. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The first few farts were for testing. Sheila leaned against a hallway letting out small toots. PPPRRRRT! FRRRLLLTT! She only felt the vibrations, having her asshole plugged with Jerry. The important thing was the smell. It was non existent, just like Jerry and her had practiced. After a quick perimeter check, Sheila gently shat Jerry into her pants and pulled him out. “Oh god, you smell like shit!” She said covering her clean hand. Jerry giggled. “What did you expect in your asshole? Roses?” Sheila looked up to find her dinner subject walking outside the patio windows. “Oh god, she’s here! Are you doing OK in there Jerry?” Sheila asked. “Well actually I-” before Jerry could ansewer, Sheila pulled back her pants to shove Jerry back inside. A quick reach in her purse and a hand sanitizing session brought her smell back to normal. FFFLMOOBBPPTT! Except for maybe, inside her pants. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jerry admitted this was a hell of a task. FFRRROOMLLBBOOPTT! “Oh god! COUGH!...her nervous farts.” Jerry had known,(and smelled) Sheila long enough to know every trick her asshole had in store. He had gas like this when he and Sheila first dated. God, she was lucky he was such a stud...with low standards. FFRRRLLLBBOPPTT! Sheila's asshole erupted, then settled in, sucking Jerry in further. He took the gas full on, sucking in everything he could...within reason. At this height, staying in Sheila’s ass for too long would be bad...for all he knew. PPRRRSSOOTTTTBBLLTT! A rippling fart sounded from her anus and reverberated back against her asscheeks. Meaning, she was seated. Finally! Jerry could feel the sweat building up around the hellacious heat. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So, you’re from Boston, right Sheila?” Sheila took her head up from the menu. “I um, yes,” she said. “Yes I am Mrs. Rightston.” Mrs. Rightston simply nodded. God, she was an elegant woman, befitting a CEO. She wore a bright red dress, moderately spinning around her heels. Sheila had simply dressed in jeans and a work shirt. God she was pitifully white trash looking. PPRRLLLBBBOOTT! “God I hope Jerry can take those,” Sheila whispered. “Excuse me?” Came Mrs. Rightston. “Oh I said I hope they have good pig toes!...here.” Sheila said. Mrs. Rightston nodded and turned her attention to her wine. Sheila blushed and the nervous farts flowed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPPTTTOOOTTTT! FFFLLBBOOOTTT! BBBLLLRRRLLBBBB! Jerry tried to listen in on their conversation to keep himself sane. But it didn’t sound like Sheila was offering good news. PPTTLLLLLLTTTTSSSTTT! “Shit!” Jerry exclaimed. It wasn’t, but gave him a good scare. Sheila was getting sweatier, producing slimier, wet farts that gave Jerry a good push. He coughed as her ass spittle drowned on top of him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sheila wished she could throttle Jerry right now. Whatever he was doing, it was driving her insane! He writhed inside her asshole and she could feel his legs dripping out onto her underwear. She pretended to sit up, then slammed her ass back onto the seat. “Aaoohh” she said quietly. That push was DEFINITLEY far enough. “I have to admit, I was a little surprised you approached me about a promotion.” Declared Mrs. Rightston. Sheila snapped back into her conversation. “Quite frankly, you were lucky. You timing is perfect for the job...and between you and I, your work really spoke to me.” Sheila looked into her sincere, honest eyes. “Really? It did?” Sheila gave a long, wet fart of excitement. She was REALLY glad Jerry was there to snuff it out for her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPPRRRSSHHHTTTSSSTTTHTT! Jerry coughed as a river of sweat and shit juice permeated his skin. Even with the added moisture, he was frying in her swamp asshole. “Shiela! Bathroom! Now!” FFFLLLOORTTSSHHTT! A wet fart ended on a dry note. Jerry spent the next minute coughing up a bean flavored spice. “Wait...beans?! YOU’RE HAVING BEANS?!” He cried. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sheila knew she shouldn’t have been trying the beans. Or the casserole, or lobster, or onion soup. But Mrs. Rightston had insisted. “Oh I used to get these all the time, dear!” Said Ms. Rightston. Sheila laughed as she brushed a number of breaded ham off her own dress. She could certainly put her food down, almost as well as her! “So, do you think you’re ready for this job?” Said Mrs. Rightston. Sheila farted as she sighed...this time, it was out of pleasure. “Oh you know it!” She replied. “I promise, I’ll be the best regional manager you’ve ever had!” The two shook hands and Sheila pushed long and hard. Jerry had been doing such a great job, she was sure he could take another fart for a victory lap. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yes, I’ll pay, excuse me real quick!” Sheila told the waitress. “Oh god, oh god,” she whispered. PPRRFFTT! BBLLOOTT! FLBORLBOT! Despite her best efforts to clench her cheeks, she felt her farts still give way. Sheila barely made it into the bathroom before her bowels could take it no longer. “Jerry I’m sor-ooooohh!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jerry rode the wave of diarrhea as it flowed out Sheila’s asshole. He screamed as every orifice with a hole was filled with her burning shit. He heard Sheila only moaning and felt her asscheeks wiggle as she shuffled towards a toilet. The smell of everything she had eaten, cremated into a blackish green filth, was causing Jerry to spout a little bile of his own. Sheila gasped and opened her pants over the toilet, sending her shit and Jerry inside. But that wasn’t over. PPPRRRRSSSSAATTTTTTTTT! Jerry screamed as her asshole opened another stinky river of fluids. It pushed him beneath the water's surface, drowning him in both liquids. BBRRRWWWLLOOTT! A strong shart sent the final wave into the bowel. Sheila was now crying, pushing her own feces with a piece of toilet paper. “Jerry! Jerry where are you?! I’m sorry!” She cried. Just when all hope was lost, she found her friend covered in her disgusting filth. “Jerry, say something!” Jerry coughed and spoke in a pained voice. “Listen to me Sheila.” She leaned in close to listen to her friends request. “DON’T...ORDER...DESSERT!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Thank you Mrs. Rightston. I’ll be sure to call later.” Sheila shook her hand with confidence, calming her bowels. Mrs. Rightston smiled. “I hope you have a bright future at the company.” She turned to leave, then spoke. “Tell your friend Jerry that I said hello!” Sheila couldn’t help but let out a series of rippled farts at that one. “Oh...I will. See you.” She said. Her new boss left and Sheila checked the room to see if it was empty. It was. She quickly pulled out her purse and down her pants. Jerry slid out her asshole into the soft leather lining. “Ha! Tell her I said to fuck off!” Sheila heard. She shushed him, pulled up her pants and walked home. The shrinking spell would wear off soon and Jerry needed a serious bath. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Epilogue) Mrs. Rightston took a moment to admire her naked body in the mirror. She spun around, letting the curves of her perfect figure rotate in a perfect reflection. Then she smiled and stuck her spread ass out towards the mirror. She saw a stained asshole, in stark contrast to her perfect pale complexion. It was an asshole of someone who had not dared care to wash it. She saw it protrude forth in an unnatural fashion. “Looks like someone wants to get out.” She said. The CEO took her place upon her bathroom toilet and pushed. FFRRRRLLLAAAOUUGGGPPBBTTT! A horrendous fart detonated in the bowl. The fart had the power to match Sheila’s ass. BBRRRRLLBBOOOP- Another beefy fart was stopped by a log. She pushed it in and out, savoring its circumference line her asshole. With a final push, she gave way to the turd and felt it splash into the water. Along with the wet noise, a faint moaning was heard. “Oh come now, Hayward.” Said Rightston. She leaned her face into her contents and smiled. “You’ve spent far more time in my ass than that.” The woman picked up a sputtering young tiny in her hands, covered in her feces. “Ma’am...please!” He sputtered. It brought another sly grin to her face. He sounded,(and smelled) like he had been in her ass for years. Well, it has at least been a month. “Ma’am, I’ve done everything to your liking. Wh-..when am I going to get my job back?!” Rightston sighed as placed the man against her still shitty asshole. “Do you feel you’ve done adequate work?” She said. BBBBLLLAARRRPPBBBTTT! A fierce toot sent the man into a sputtering mess. “Besides, I’m regretfully sorry for this, but someone has already taken your vacant position.” The man shook and screamed. “What?! Who, but why?! I-” FFFFFFOOORRRPPTTT! “Quiet, Hayward,” she continued. “Trust me, you’ve made a more valuable service to my ass than you ever have the company. Which brings me to my next point.” She moaned as the man was gently shoved back into her filthy anal walls. She clenched her asshole, silencing his sobs and moans. “I feel that you belong in my ass a little longer. We’ll see how your report is doing in the following...hmmm, shall we make it another month?” The man squirmed in terror and she moaned in pleasure. PPRRHHHLLAATBBBTTT! “Ahhhhhh. Good.” |
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