[fked-n-dumped]

Intro post :3

he/they - afab but im whatever gender nd sex is hotter atm.

I like my body being referred to w anatomical correct terms but i also like having my junk be called a dick ^-^ (depending on kink nd my mood) + very hairy bc im on T

asexual + bisexual (preferred ppl w dicks :3 any gender tho)

single, not looking for any committed relationship! Strictly a sub please dont expect any domming from me

May not respond to DMs much but feel free to send me asks! <3

Kinklist:

Into: Beaststuff, orientation play, mysophilia, cnc, piss, breeding/impreg, birth, parasites, hypno, fat ppl, slobs + neets, gaping, prolapse, pain stuff :3, weight gain, incest, diapers, bdsm dynamics, cucking / ntr, force fem, findom, intox, public stuff, transformation, transfem worship + more probably :3

Not into: Sending pics of myself, ddlg, actual cishet men :3, force masc, random misgendering w/o explicit permission

disclaimer: im into detrans but i have a seperate account for that because a lot of ppl dislike the kink

[cuff247]

[brentsirnah]

There is something so distinctively animal about this gesture. When you do not have hands for all practical purposes you are left being expressive with your hind end. Thus would a cow in her stanchion struggle to find a more comfortable pose. Thus would a dog seek repose in a too-small cage. How long ago were you giving your opinion on labor relations in the inter-war period. And now what is relevant are the constraints that leave you similar to a farm animal. I am going to watch you like this for a long time before I even decide how to start the really bad parts of your day.

[scaredandtired]

Last night I was taking a bus late at night on a sketchy street. I was waiting for the bus when a man with a drunken walk came over to me and asked for bus money. I offered to pay for his bus. He told me how small I was to be out that late around those streets. He asked if I went to college and further pried if I lived alone or not. He kept getting closer. I was already leaning my back against the bus pole, nowhere to go. His hair was full of snarls and he was missing teeth. His large hands gripped my hips, only his thumbs peeking under my shirt to slowly rub up and down, feeling my skin. It made shivers go down my spine.

I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra's padding. He held my hips against the bus stop signs pole while he pressed his hard bulge against me. He told me how cute I was, that he just wants to squeeze me all over. One of his hands trailed down to my ass and squeezed it before giving it a smack, both actions making me yelp and whimper. I only gave a soft "please sir" before he stuck his dirty tongue down my throat and started to grope my tits. He pinched my hard nipples and mocked me for it. He pushed me down to my knees before taking his cock out and pumping his fist up and down a few times. He slapped it on my face a few times before shoving his leaking cock down my throat. He fisted my hair, using it to move my head up and down his cock. I was drooling and slobbering so much on his big cock. He used my face like a flesh light and pressed his boot down onto my pussy, making me whine around his cock.

He finally pulled his cock out of me before shooting sticky white cum all over my face. I was too busy trying to catch my breath, finally not having cock in my throat, to try and move out of the stream of cum on my face. The bus doors opened and the man pulled me up onto my feet and had me go in first, I was paying after all. My reward was the chance to be used and even given a face full of cum to show off on the bus.

[confused-cunt]

wanna feel a knot start to swell as it bumps against my cunt with every thrust, teasing my clit and forcing my legs to spread more. wanna feel them thrust all of their cock inside me, the knot swelling until it feels like it’s going to break me, wanna feel their hot cum spurt against my cervix as their knot keeps it from spilling out.

God it’s so humiliating that my cunt gets so wet at the thought of knotted doggy or werewolf cocks but im such a knot slut<3

[shockspectrum]

Kidnapped and kept in your modified basement, violated until she's pregnant. She couldn't have imagined how the next nine months of her life would go.

She was a test. You had injected a high quality nano-camera inside her you could control, clear plastic doors with a huge monitor on the other side. On it, a constant feed of what was happening in her womb. She had to watch as your sperm violated and fused with her egg. Saw it began to divide. Quietly begged for it to go away, please, please don't make her do this, as it slowly burrowed into her uterine lining. Sealing her fate. Implanting.

Once its heart started beating, the sound came from speakers in the room. She had to watch and listen to your unwanted reward growing inside her.

Months slowly crawled by. The changes overtaking her and still she couldn't look away from her developing burden. Of course, the inevitable came. She had to watch her cervix dilated from inside. Had to see her waters break. You, watching, eager, as she whimpered that she didn't want to push, even as she did just that...

not insanely into this but its a good concept

[scaredandtired]

I am, I wanna live this concept. Force breed me and punish me when I don't act as excited as you do for the baby. Make me into your submissive house wife, hidden away and unable to ever escape. Why would I ever leave when I can be holding his cum?

[contentwarningforeverything]

First: force me to hold my mouth open while the dog licks into it. Hold my jaw so tight and keep a fist in my hair so I have no choice. Its breath is hot and musky in my mouth, its tongue eager and bizarre. I’m already crying from the humiliation, trying desperately to pull away. Neither you or the dog cares.

Second: lay me down and make me keep my legs spread. Tie me up if you have to but I’ll sob more if you force me to hold them apart myself. Let the dog lap at my exposed cunt, over and over, its long thin tongue touching me in ways I’ve never been touched before. Sometimes it will use a little of its teeth, too excited by my taste to be gentle. Spread my lips so it has access to my clitty. Make me stay there until I cum, shuddering and shaking my head, trying to deny it. No doubt the rush of wetness will only make the dog want more, lick deeper, make me cum over and over while I’m still trying to pretend it’s not happening.

Third: force me onto my hands and knees. I’ll try to struggle because I know exactly what’s next, but I’ll be trembling too much to be effective. Threaten to put it in my ass if I don’t stay still. Let the dog sniff at me for a bit. You know it’ll get the hint, too. Cheer when it mounts me, its big paws scratching at my sides, its slobber dripping onto my back, its growl and occasional barks loud and making me flinch. Make me look at you when it gets inside of me. Make me acknowledge it straight on, saying things like “I’m getting fucked by a dog” over and over. Make me thank you for letting it fuck me. When I cum, make me scream I’m coming on a dog’s knot loud enough the neighbors may hear, and then make fun of me for being such an obvious disgusting whore.

Fourth: Put a doggy bowl under me when the dog finally slips out to catch all the cum. Finger me aggressively to make me cum and force the rest out. Make me suck on your fingers and then shove my face in the bowl so the dog cum gets all over my face and in my hair. Make me lap up the rest of it as it mixes with my tears and cum. Make me admit I loved feeling its knot pulsing in me while I hold a vibe on my abused cunt and cum again.

Fifth: force me to kiss the dog again so it knows how grateful I am. Make me stick my tongue out and lap up its drool. Make me let it lick deep in my mouth, almost triggering my gag reflex.

Sixth: force me to lay down with my legs apart. Watch my eyes widen in fear when I realize you’re starting all over again…

[borednscrolling]

Yes please 🥵

[crying-pup]

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m actually raping you right now, I’ve been dreaming about this for months. Oh man, you feel so fucking good, taking my cock so fucking well. I’m gonna make you cum, baby, gonna make you cum all over my cock. You like that, huh? You like getting raped, you little slut? Fuck, you do, don’t you? Yeah, you love taking my fat cock in your tight little hole. Oh god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum in you, daddy’s gonna cum inside you. Fuck, yes, cum on my cock, you slut, fuck! Fuck! Take it, bitch! Oh, fuckkk... I can’t believe you came from being raped, you’re such a fucking slut...”

[crying-pup]

Opportunity

Content warnings: Somno, dubcon/noncon, anal

Reader is afab transmasc, friend is amab

—

Lately, you’ve been exploring what you might be into. After some trial and error, you’ve found that plugging your ass while you go about your day is incredibly hot.

You’ve worn it while out shopping, while at work, even while on a date.

So when your friend invites you to stay over, you can’t help but get horny at the idea of secretly wearing it the whole time.

—

After a great day hanging out, and squirming secretly on your plug, you and your friend are heading to bed.

With the weather being as hot as it is, you opt for just a t-shirt and some tiny shorts to keep cool.

You bid your friend goodnight and fall asleep fairly quickly.

But your friend finds themself unable.

See, they’ve had a huge crush on you for who knows how long, and all they’ve been able to think about today is bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you raw. Their dick twitches at the thought.

Sighing, they roll over to face your back. They notice your shorts have ridden up, your knee hiked up high to expose... is that..?

Your friends cock springs to life, instantly horny. The thought of your ass, all prepped and ready for them, its too much to resist.

Gently, they shuffle closer, their hand brushing your ass and pushing aside the fabric covering it. They bring their thumb down to play with your plug, testing how deep asleep you are.

After finding that wiggling it doesn’t make you stir, they adjust their thumb and index finger to grab the object.

They give it a gentle tug. Nothing. They take a breath before carefully but firmly pulling on the plug, watching as it slowly slides out of your hole.

This time you stir, hips hazily jerking lightly before settling once more.

Unable to take it much longer, your friend frees their straining cock from their boxers and hastily grabs a bottle of lube from their nightstand. They slather a generous amount on themself before positioning at your hole.

They press their cock to your entrance and then, inch by inch, they enter you. Once fully seated, they let out a low groan, absolute lust filling their senses. They slowly pull back, then push back in once again, a little faster this time.

Surprised at how you could possibly still be sleeping, they decide to test their luck. Pulling back again, they work into a gentle rhythm, breath catching at how good it feels to finally fuck you. Almost out of instinct, their hand find its way into your shorts, fingers brushing your soaked front. They dip their fingers into the wetness before pushing them inside you. They moan louder than intended, cock sliding in and out of your ass while their fingers curl inside you.

Losing all sense, they roll you onto your front, pace speeding up and thrusts getting harder at the new access. They can feel themself getting close as they slam their cock into your asshole. When they feel you clench around their fingers, and then around their cock, its all too much and they can’t help it, they cum into your ass, crying out. They all but collapse, thrusting into you weakly a few more times before pushing themself up on all fours, their cock sliding out of your messy hole.

As the pleasure passes over them, dread settles in.

Theres no way you slept through that, they think. But after watching you breathe evenly for almost a minute, they tentatively roll you back over. Amazement and relief rushes through their body.

There you are, sound asleep. With your friends cum dripping from your ass and your own dripping from your front.

Picking up the discarded plug, your friend easily slips it back into your messy asshole. They fix your shorts, put their well-satisfied cock away, and roll over to have the most restful sleep in their life.

The next morning, you awake after a very pleasant dream, hoping desperately that your friend hadn’t heard you moan or something. That would have been so embarrassing.

[cloudyblogss]

i’m a slut for toilets.

at one of my old jobs, i always used to volunteer to clean the bathrooms so i could get down on my knees and make out with the public toilets, licking and kissing them all over before cleaning the filth off.

i’m currently thinking about holding the handle of the scrub brush in my mouth and using it to clean my own toilet.. it’s almost irresistible.

i’ve heard of some subs being forced to refer to toilets as their boyfriend/girlfriend and regularly show love and affection to it and/or do degrading tasks that involves it.

basically… pls hmu to make me do humiliating tasks with my toilet.

[toastedblacksesame]

One of my biggest fantasies is meeting up with a man at a hotel for him to rape me roughly for hours or even days, and then when he leaves he steals all the cash from my wallet. And I thank him for it, and I let him do it again, over and over.

A man who uses me and then takes my money because he knows he deserves it more than I do is the perfect man.

Anyone wanna help turn my dream into reality?

(The tags on this post are because misgendering/detrans kink is a requirement for me.)

[dykecravingsworld]

love the idea of inviting a trans lesbian i met off lex to couch surf at my place for a few days. in exchange for her staying with me she cleans and takes care of chores i don’t get to. i invited her to stay with me all while knowing she’s a creep. multiple dykes have messaged me about how she’s groped them or caught her jerking off to them as they’re asleep.

all things she’s done to me before but i love it. i love finding her in my room jacking off with my panties. i love coming home and getting down on my knees to please her girl dick

i don’t know what the other dykes were on about! when i wake up in the night and find her shoving her bitchbreaker into me i thank her. i thank her when she’s breed me full of her cum. it’s my job as her provider, as a real lesbian and as her flashlight to make sure she’s got a place to store all her cum.

[dykecravingsworld]

i’m expanding on this idea where slowly but over time she has no respect for my boundaries. i find her barging in on me in the bathroom as i’m getting ready for work to leave a load in me. sometimes fucking me during a work call. if she catches me eating she steals my food forces me down between her legs.

she always tells me, “the only thing you need to eat is my cum.”

i turn into a pay pig for her to steal from. i catch her going in my wallet taking out cash. there’s new statements on my credit cards about a gaming chair and a new pc. all things i can’t complain about. i’m meant to make her happy. to make my home the safe space the world can’t be for.

my home is so safe for her she brings her friends over. they all take turns plunging their girl dick in and out of me. some gentle. thanking me for letting them blow some steam on my cunt. others aggressively demanding me to thank them for using my worthless cunt.

i’m a good ally for trans lesbians. i use my privilege and my body to protect them. to please them.

[cowcuckquean]

My dirty little secret?

I'm glad They cheated, especially since it's ended in polyamorous bliss. But I low-key love that it started unethically because like... I remember. I remember Him hiding His phone. I remember when He stopped using me as much, started jerking off more. I remember Him being dismissive when I brought up feeling like something was going on. I remember being lied to about how He much He wanted her... and it makes my cunt ooze. I love that in order to get to this place where we're all so happy, I had to suffer and sacrifice my pride and my relationship. I had to earn being Their toy.

It took less than a year for Her to completely steal my man. Know He is *Her* husband, and I am Their pet service cow, not even Their girlfriend. And this is exactly how it was always meant to be. 🥹🥰

Someday I want to get to go back and read Their messages from when They were lying to me and sneaking around. Maybe that will be the present She gives me for the anniversary of honesty changing our lives in the most deliciously unexpected way.

[stemmingspark]

[Ugh, the need to call a girl and talk her through a really gross, disgusting, morally questionable orgasm keeps flaring up]

C/W: Cheating

Do you want to fall in love with each other in front of my girlfriend?

Long, deep thrusts in your pretty cunt as I use you like a fuckdoll on my bed. My girlfriend's face pressed up against your ass, licking away as she rubs her jealousy and humiliation away. Occasionally, she'd look up just to watch our faces of pleasure. Your glassy eyes, my parted lips.

Just watching her boyfriend turn another pretty slut into his fleshlight for the weekend. Just casual, no-strings-attached sex.

Casual. No strings attached. Brutal, uncaring fucking.

Except... we'd start kissing. She'd lift her head up out of your ass for a glance. Then another. And another. And again. Until she's rubbing herself more intensely, biting her lips as looks at how good we look together. Jealousy flares up.

She slips my cock out of you, eagerly throating it. Her lips gliding up and down my cock as you feel her head gently knock against you. Wordlessly, I'd slowly push her off my cock, slide it back into you and start grinding into you again. Our lips still locked. Our eye still shut. Like she's just an inconvenience.

You'd probably hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her fucking her cunt. Her heavy pants as she makes out with your ass and my balls. Her need to just rub and edge and fuck the shit out of herself to the casual indifference I'd have for her in that moment. To our shared disregard of her as we focus on each other, like real lovers.

She'd watch us draw back from each other, strings of saliva connecting our lips as we look into each other's eyes. A million words spoken as our eyes flicker. There'd be nothing casual about this. Slower sex. Like we're taking our time. Deeper kisses, like we love each other. Fuck. She'd get to watch us fall in love in real time.

[obl1v1ousrogue]

"DreaMoo? Hucow supplements? Take two by mouth every day with breast milk to maintain effects. Side effects are milk production, weight gain, cow features… Not tested by FDA… Do not exceed two pills in a 24 hour period, changes may become more severe and in extreme cases permanent…"

"Well, I've always wanted big milky breasts so I might as well try it." Popping two pills in my mouth, I follow them up with a glass of milk. I didn't have any breast milk on hand so I went with the whole milk in the fridge. Close enough right?

"Ugghh Fuck… I think that was a mistake…" My hands go to my lower belly as it feels like my gut is just twisting and churning trying to digest those pills. My belly starts to distend and press into my hands. I'm starting to feel extremely bloated. My hands start to rub my bloating belly and I won't deny, the rubbing was feeling nice.

After a couple more minutes, the feeling of my gut expanding and stretching out the waist of my sweatpants and making my t-shirt feel tight was now very present in my mind. The discomfort subsided as my hands continued to rub. Eventually one hand went over a raised bump which sent a jolt of excitement through my body. I couldn't help but exclaim "Woah! That was new!"

My hand would go back to the bump to find it more raised like a little nipple poking through my shirt. It was very sensitive as it sent more jolts of excitement down to my crotch. "Mmmmm fuck! I guess I'm growing another pair of tits?"

I'd shift in my seat and then immediately let out a moan. It was more intense than I thought as the fabric of my shirt brushed over the two nipples covering by it. What I wasn't expecting was the jolts from what felt like two nipples being rubbed by the fabric of my sweatpants.

After recovering from those jolts of excitement, I'd look down to see my belly was pinker than usual. I then was also able to count four nipples poking through my clothes. My sweatpants were at the end of their elasticity by now. "Not more tits… that's an udder… I should move my clothes before this gets worse."

Starting with my shirt, I went to atleast try to pull it up over my udder and belly. This proved to be difficult as my nipples lengthened with each passing second. The sensitivity of what I'd say were more like teats was more intense than I was expecting. "ooooooooohhhh fuuuuuuck," I'd moan out as my shirt rubbed against my teats. Milk started to drip out of each of my teats, wetting both my shirt and sweatpants.

I was moving so slowly to lift my shirt. Partly because the sensations were intense but the main reason I was moving slowly was I didn't want to get lost in an orgasm and not be able to get my sweatpants off. Well, I should have moved faster. Once my two top teats were free from my shirt I let out a loud moan. The cold air stiffened my teats, teasing them even more. Milk now dripping down onto my udder. My body shuddered as I was brought to the edge of an orgasm.

After calming down a bit I'd reach for my sweatpants. It seems my udder had swollen large enough that I couldn't get my pants over the bottom of my udder, which also meant I couldn't free my two lower teats. I went to stand up to try and get some scissors to cut away my pants. However, the process of standing up rubbed my teats against my sweatpants some more. The sensation was overwhelming. My knees buckled and forced me to plop back into my chair. I could feel as milk squirted out of all my teats. My sweatpants became more drenched as i could feel the milk traveling down my thighs.

"MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I'd moan out from the recent events. The excitement had overcome me and I couldn't resist anymore. "Need. Milked. MOOO" was all I could get out as my hands started to tug at my exposed teats. I was reduced to just cumming as I tried my best to milk myself. Every so often letting out a loud moo.

Unfortunately, there were a couple other changes but I won't notice them for a couple hours as I desperately milked myself into more orgasms.

[realbreed]

The feeling of someone deciding that they want to get pregnant and share with you that they're not on birth control, and want you to cum inside them.

The feeling of accepting that you want to get pregnant and choosing to tell someone you're not on birth control and letting them cum inside you.

The feeling of actively wanting to be impregnated and asking someone to cum in you for that purpose knowing you have nothing to prevent it.

The feeling of stopping your birth control because it feels right and intentionally finding someone to cum in you.

[writinggross]

Thank you for the inspiration

Made some grammar edits

I moved into my own shoebox apartment when I was 23 years old. I was eager for freedom from my parents but I could not have anticipated I would trade their watchful eyes for his…for Kyle’s.

I met him within my first few days living in the building. Getting back from seeing some friends the two of us ended up on the elevator at the same time. Likely in his mid forties the most accurate way to describe Kyle is that he is an ogre of a man. His size, the unruly chest hairy that I’d see escaping the tops of his shirts, and of course his scent. Being in an elevator with the guy made me learn that last one quite quickly.

Kyle wore a wife beater and black gym shorts. He looked stick. And no sooner than the doors closed the small space filled with his body odor. He must’ve noticed me because he joked “I can fill a space quite easily”. I gave him a polite little laugh. Which did not appease Kyle. “No seriously kid. Check it out.” He lifted his leg exaggeratedly and ripped a loud long fart. “What the fuck dude!” I immediately covered my nose with my shirt as like bursted with laughter

“Awh covering your nose ain’t no fair”. I thought he’d leave it with that but instead Kyle used his larger size to cram me into the corner of the elevator. My hands forced at my sides he smiled at me with his gross yellowing teeth. “Sniff my fart.” My eyes widened in fear. The elevator opened onto his floor but he made no movements. Instead once the door resealed he let out another grosss sounding sputtering fart. “Sniff it before the door opens again and I owe you another one” Kyle pressed his body harder into mine. He was definitely sticky with sweat.

I took a loud inhale and began to choke on the stink of Kyle’s fart. It smelled of shit and Brussels sprouts. Kyle licked his lips as I continued to sniff and gag. “Say you like sniffing my farts” Mortified and terrified I told Kyle what he wanted right away.

“I like sniffing your farts sir” I sounded like a little bitch.

My compliance was met with cruelty. Kyle leaned in a said “gooUERRRPdd” burping mid word and blowing it softly onto my face. He then stuck his hand into the back of his pants and scrunched his face up. When he pulled it out I saw his index finger was shiny. He took his finger and firmly wiped it across my nostrils. I gasped as I relaxed what he’d done. I could only smell shit. He’d marked me with his butt sweat. “So you can smell me later” Kyle gave me a wink and swaggered out of the elevator.

The following weeks I moved about the building with fear. I chose to only take the stairs not wanting to risk another run in with Kyle. It was just under a month later when we met again.

I was loading my laundry into the washing machine when I heard the loud click and slam of the door behind me. I gave a small glance behind me thinking not much of it only to do a quick double take when I saw the beast standing behind me. I turned fully around but still being crouched down to load the washing machine I fell back onto my boney butt.

Kyle sauntered up to me. His crotch at my eye level. He dropped his laundry back in front of me with a thud. “What perfect timing. Little sniffer boy here in the laundry room right where I need him.”

Kyle bent over and unzipped his laundry bag. I was struck with the stink already. It was sour like feet blended with the raw stink of shit. Without a hesitation Kyle grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into the bag. “How’s that smell? Today’s socks and underwear day. I’ve probably worn each pair in there about five or six times each”

The scent had me believing him, but what kind of disgusting person has a laundry day just for socks and underwear?? They should be washed the most frequently. I was gagging in his stink while Kyle laughed loudly. Kyle didn’t leave me struggling in his laundry bag too long. After letting me free Kyle lightly slapped my cheeks. “Okay so you’re gonna do my laundry too. Got it!?” He commanded.

I went to start another machine when he stopped me. “No need. Just throw all my stuff in with yours” This proposition caused me to pause. There was no way I wanted to put underwear that had been worn up to six times by a gross fat hairy man in with my clothes. “Uh… that’s alright Sir I’ll just d”

Kyle effortlessly reached out and slapped me across my face. I let out a wimpy yelp. “Load your washing machine with my clothes now.” I followed my orders right away this time. I picked up Kyle’s bag and began to move the clothes into the machine.

The machine was already so full I knew that stuffing all of his extra socks and underwear in would mean that nothing would get fully cleaned. Kyle was likely aware of this too. Hoping that his nasty clothes would just contaminate my own.

This socks I put in were crusty and yellowing, and the boxers were far worse. Nearly all of them had long dark streaks of shit in them. Skid marks that looked as if someone intentionally wiped their ass with their underwear. I was heaving as I touched them and internally groaning as I watched them land on my clothing.

“What’s your apartment number fart lover?” Kyle seemingly decided that I did not have a say in what happened anymore. “7c” I said timidly. “Give me your key” He stuck out his meaty hand and impatiently slapped his fingers up and down into his palm to tell me to hand my keys over.

My head was trying to work out if there was some way I could avoid giving him my keys. But I knew I did not have enough time to figure that out. So with much reluctance I dug them out of my pocket and handed them to Kyle. He snatched them up and laughed in my face.

“Alright I’ll see you up there when our laundry is finished” and just like that he swaggered out of the room.

A while later when I made it up to my apartment I found Kyle sprawled out on my couch. He had stripped his shirt off and was drinking one of my beers. There were other cans on the floor as well. “Took long enough Princess” he spat at me. Then for the next hour he made me separate each of our clothes and fold all of his socks and underwear for him.

I could tell that I was right and the washing machine was unable to do much washing. His socks were less crusty than before but the skid marks in his underwear still remained.

All throughout me folding his clothes Kyle continually ripped ass over and over again. The same type of fart in the elevator. Loud and abrasive. Surely wet. It was no wonder he had such bad skid marks with the amount of farts he was letting out. At one point he even grabbed one of my couch pillows and just shoved it under his butt to fart on some more.

That night when he left he made me thank him for spending time with me. “Sissy boys like you are lucky to hang out with a real man” And he took my apartment key with him. Said he had a friend who’d make him a copy tomorrow.

From then on Kyle came around whenever he wanted. To drink my beer, eat my food, but more importantly to fart on my face.

He told me that when I admitted to him in the elevator that I liked sniffing his farts he vowed to himself that he would try his best to never waste a fart by letting it rip without my nose to sniff it up or my lips to catch it. He also made me alter my life so I was available as much as possible to be there to sniff his farts. Making me delete all the dating apps I had and tell the girl I had gone out a couple times with that I was no longer interested.

The first time he farted on my face was the day after I did his laundry. He came to my apartment that evening and returned my apartment key. Kyle then told me he had something he wanted to show me.

I had already been forced to my knees so Kyle turned his back to me and pulled down his jeans. Looking directly into his beefy butt already had me wanting to cry but it was the state of his ass that really set me over the edge. I knew the underwear he was wearing were a pair I’d “washed” the day prior. I could see the long streak of shit along his crack and now in addition to the skid mark there was a fresh dark line of sweat.

“Got some major swamp ass right now kid. Good thing you like sniffing my nasty ass right?” Kyle chuckled and shoved my face into the depths of his pudgy cheeks. I was being water boarded with ass sweat and that was still preferable to his brussel sprout shit flavored farts I was about to sample.

And so me sniffing Kyle’s butt and farts became normal, at least as normal as it gets for a struggling 23 year old being forced to do the nastiest thing of his life on a daily basis.

There’d be times when I’d hear my door unlock and his loud feet stomping into my apartment he’d yell “I got some beef for you boy!” And I’d be expected to crawl over to him and sniff it all up only for him to leave without so much as another word. And then there’d be other times when he’d show up and not leave for hours.

I remember one Saturday night in particular. It was around 10:30 pm and I had finally started to convince myself Kyle would not be coming that day. My first day since he started forcing me to sniff his farts that I’d get a break. Though break is generous since I spent the first twenty hours of the day anxious about when he’d burst through my front door.

I took some edibles and prepared myself a shower. The dosage I took was slightly larger than I was used to but I was feeling like treating myself. I took a long hot shower and when I came out I was sufficiently high. I sprayed lavender scented mist into the air and the steam took it up filling the room with the lovely fragrance. Taking my time I eventually exited the bathroom in just my towel.

Lost in thought, as I walked to my bedroom, I was singing along to the overplayed commercial jingle I could hear coming from my living room. I then paused realizing I did not have my tv on when I went to shower. Logically it makes sense that this would mean Kyle had come over but my stoned self didn’t even think of it.

I leisurely pranced over to the living room only for my face to pale and my stomach to drop when I saw him. Glancing away from the tv he saw me, a huge smile growing on his face. “Look who was getting all prettied up for me!” Kyle’s voice slurred. He was drunk. I was too high to figure out what I should be doing next but Kyle was more than happy to order me around. “Drop your towel and crawl over here pretty boy!” His words oozed with authority.

The dropping of my towel was met with a mean laugh. “Nice clit fart boy. No wonder farts turn you on. Can’t use that thing for anything anyways” I crawled to him in total embarrassment. I was a young guy. I should be in the prime of my life. Out having sex partying with my friends but instead I was here being degraded and farted on by a gross bully twice my age.

Kyle gets cruel when he’s drunk. But something about that night made him extra mean. I think it had something to do with our contrast. Him sweaty from being out at some club with his boys, smelling of stink and me freshly showered smelling of lavender. He rubbed his thumb across my lips. Kyle continued to raise my feeling of violation. “You look so nice and clean. But now you’re gonna use those pretty plump lips and soft clean skin to clean up my shitter!”

Kyle bent himself over my couch and pulled down the back of his pants and underwear. Showing me his putrid hairy butt. He laughed as my face contorted from the sight and scent.

“Get your pathetic face in there!” Kyle aggressively shoved my face deeply between his butt cheeks. “Get in there!” Kyle rubbed me all around his butt crack. Using me like toilet paper and moaning as he did so. I could feel the shit and sweat being rubbed deeply into my freshly clean skin. “Yea! YEA!” He was getting really into it.

Kyle turned around and looked at me. His eyes were dark and glassy. “You’re such a bitch you know that? Your pretty little face belongs in my butt”. I tried to conjure words but instead a single tear fell down my face. I was so high and Kyle did nothing to calm my fears. Kyle laughed at my tears and then resumed rubbing his butt with my face. “I want your cute nose covered in my shit! And I don’t want you to even think about washing it off either.” Kyle’s rhythm grew more aggressive, my face was now gliding between his butt cheeks. “You don’t deserve to smell clean. You should only ever smell like my butt. You got me princess!?” This time he pulled my face out briefly so I could respond. I gave a soft whimpering yes. “Nah use your head to say yes. I wanna feel that nose grinding up and down”.

This continued between us for hours. It must’ve been around 3:30 in the morning when Kyle finally passed out on my couch. He had been lying on his stomach and demanded I lay face down nose directly in his butthole. I cried myself to sleep in his butt cheeks that night.

As the summer came Kyle grew more nasty in his torment of me. He was a part of a men’s softball league which meant I got to be introduced to his lucky compression shorts, that have never been washed. It also meant swamp ass duty was more intense. Kyle was using my face to wipe the sweat from his butt crack cheeks near daily.

My least favorite torment that the summer brought was Kyle’s shit. Yes you heard me right. Kyle started exclusively pooping in my apartments bathroom. And he never flushes. It started one day when I returned home only to find Kyle’s disgusting creation filling my toilet bowl. I immediately flushed it and avoided entering my bathroom for the remainder of the day.

I got in a lot of trouble the next day when Kyle found out I flushed his shit. “Are you kidding me bitch!? I went outta my way to drop a bomb like that in your toilet and you just flush it? No thank you no nothing? Wow we’re really gonna have to teach you some toilet manners”

From then on I was not allowed to flush my toilet if Kyle had used it. He spent an afternoon farting on me and making me worship his butt only to let out a huge turd right before he left. “I’ll be away the next couple of days. But don’t flush that gift I made for ya. In fact tomorrow when you’re missing me I want you to go in there and take a few huffs of the toilet. So you don’t miss me too much. Send me some pictures too”

The smell of Kyle’s shit was worse than his farts. While having his brussel sprout beef blown straight up my nose was no pleasure it was far more bearable than the gag inducing strength of his shit. Kyle knew this though and was happy I hated his poops so much.

Another Saturday more recently Kyle as usual was lunging on my couch. He was wearing just his softball compressions and I had been spending the last couple hours kissing his butt cheeks back and forth sniffing his cracks and any farts he had whenever he demanded.

I was in great need of a break when Kyle got up. “Come on” he gestured as he started to walk down my hall way. “Can I help you Sir?” I questioned as I began to follow. Kyle stopped and looked back at me. “Yea, I gotta take a dump, let’s go”. My stomach dropped. “Oh uh you need me for that Sir?” I tried to play dumb. “Get your sissy ass in the bathroom now”

I tried to reason with myself that he was only bringing me in there to put the toilet seat down for him or something else easy, but in my gut I knew. He was waiting for me at the door with his perpetually satisfied smile. I entered my own bathroom, a place I’d grown to fear. Kyle followed in behind me shutting and locking the door. “Kneel in front of the toilet”

I obeyed even if my mind was begging me not to. Kyle dropped his pants and underwear and took a loud seat onto the bowl. “Ahhhhh” he let a sigh. “Nothing like the first shit of the day after a night out.” Kyle put his hand on my head and pulled me face forward into the bowl. My face filling the small gap between his thighs. The smell of his crotch and crack were already filling the space.

A whiny fart moaned out of Kyle’s butt filling the toilet with his signature combo of brussel sprouts and shit. The fart quickly developed into a sputtering. Shit sprayed out of his ass into the toilet.

“Oh fuck. Sir please this is too much!” I attempted to reason my way out. His hands and thighs had me locked in the toilet. Kyle laughed “here comes a big guy” he then pushed out a massive turd. It plopped into the bowl with a splash.

I gagged relentlessly. Barely being able to speak. “Please man fuck! Come on! This is too much” I was crying then. “You stink so bad. I don’t like this. Please” my last please came out as a crying moan. Kyle pulled my face from between his thighs though the smell of his dump had already filled the bathroom.

“You don’t like it?” Kyle asked. I continued to cry as I spoke. “No! I hate all of this. Please no more farts, no more swamp ass, no more poop!”

Kyle gave a light laugh. “Wow. I mean jeez kid. All this time. You’re been letting me use you as a fart cushion and as my asswiple all this time and now you finally come out and beg me to stop. That’s so pathetic. You’re fucking embarrassing. What would you rather be doing? Being a normal guy in his twenties? No you don’t deserve that. How could you deserve getting to be a normal guy when you’ve let me make you worship my disgusting ass, and we both know just how fucking nasty it is. You‘ve worshiped a filthy hairy man butt for months now, I’ve had you begging for farts. And now you tell me you don’t like them! No I don’t buy it. And even if I did. Too bad. You belong to me princess. So get your face back in between my thighs and take some long deep inhales of my dump. Cause just like all my farts are saved for your cute nose I’m gonna start save every shit for you too. We’ll have a nice bonding session every time I gotta take a dump. I’ll even let you pick sometimes if you’d rather wipe my ass clean with your hands, let me wipe my ass clean with your face, or if I should just go true man and leave things nice and messy down there for you.” The idea terrified me.

“Maybe I’ll take a big dump in one of the porta pottys over at the softball field. I won’t wipe and I will lock you inside for the game. Imagine that? 80 degree heat baking my fresh shit in there with you. Then once the games over I’ll come and get your fairy ass and give you a stinkface you could only dream about. My unwiped ass will dry in my crack plus the sweat from the game slathering it back up. It’ll be the best case of swamp ass I’ve ever had, but my butt will sure be itchy. And that’s where your pretty face and nose come in.”

I sobbed into the toilet. “Glad we’re on the same page. Now what’s it gonna be today Princess? I’m thinking since that face of yours is already covered in tears it’d make for some really good toilet paper!”

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[gashotbox]

hiii omg i have a fantasy that i can never ever get out of my head where my partner and i have a sort of dependent relationship where i have a sort of parental role like a mommy, and he's the baby, and i love taking care of him. i'd do anything for him. but he absolutely knows this and takes advantage of me

slowly gets more and more slobbish - at first, it was insisting that he can't cook for himself, then he can't feed himself, then he can't "go potty" by himself... that he can't stop eating all the greasy food, he can't change himself, don't i understand? and he looks at me so pleadingly, with puppydog eyes, and i have to help him. and i begrudgingly agree and he gets so happy, how could i not want to do anything for him?

he keeps pushing it further and further until he begins to throw tantrums because he wants to sit on ME while he plays videogames, not the dingy old couch - then tantrums because i don't want him to fart on my face, crying when i plead him not to take a dump right on my face - do i HATE him?? and i say no, of course not baby please okay okay you can do it on me, and he pressures me into saying i love it by sniffling and crying so pathetically, and when i say he loves it he pushes his fat ass harder down against my face and lets out a gross fart, and laughs at how nasty and yucky i am for letting him do that while i sob lololfjsbsjsjsjs

woahh... taking care of bratty spoilt baby of a partner who slowly indoctrinated you into tending to their every gross need <3 first, they're ripping bubblers on the couch and perking their ass up, asking u to sniff it and if you don't tears well up in their eyes and their lip will start wobbling until you have to cave like okay, okay baby.

playing you like the fiddle until they're squatting on the floor and pushing onto the floor. turning around, hole gaping around a thick log dangling between their legs and they're just pouting, like this should be a given. "are you watching?"

in the morning, they feel the heavy load in their stomach sitting in their gut, and they hike their legs up on the bed and their face screws up, making these quiet huffing noises and when you try to stop them they look so stricken. like you just told them to die, and they're whining and squirming on top of you. you want them to go on the cold, hard toilet? do you even love them? how could you ask them to do that when the bed is so nice and warm and cosy and they really just want to stay in your arms :(( pulling their knees up to their chest to push with a hnnghhh with big watery doe eyes, groaning with the most adorable relief as hot, mushy shit fills their undies and leaks down your leg. you don't mind the smell, right?

(nevermind the smug little smirk they hide, buried against your shoulder)