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[pegasus-omega]

Picture souce: @mansock456

Officer Trey Jackson was so glad that the department was given the new shrink guns to use on duty. It made aprehending suspects so much easier and sometime more fun, too.

"Yes, Sir, the thief didn't get far. Everything seem to be accounted for." Trey spoke to his sargent over the phone. He felt the tiny thief strugging under his sweaty socked foot.

"Come on, untie me, please." Tony pleaded with his face baried in the rank sock of the police officer. The ropes had him bound to the socked foot. "I promise I won't steal from another store ever again." He continued to plead his case.

Trey ignored the tiny thief's pleas for mercy. "I will be bringing him in shortly, Sir." He spoke annd hung up the phone. He looked down at the tiny tied to his foot. "Looks like I don't really need to rush to bring you in. There is more to patrol just yet." He laughed as he lifted his foot towared his shoe.

"Please don''t do this. Make me normal size again. I promise I won't run this time." Tony pleaded. The smell of the officer's socks was bad enough. He could image the shoe smelled even worse. He didn't want to be trapped inside of it. "I really won't run, I promise." He pleaded, practically begging the officer not to put his shoe on.

Trey slide his foot inside his shoe after loosening it up. Once his foot was secured with his tiny prisoner, he secured it on his foot. He put his other shoe on. He could feel the tiny squirming under his socked foot excitedely. He knew the little guy wasn't too happy being in there, but he should not have ran. Yet, shrinking him and tying him to his foot was entertaining enough. He couldn't hear any of his pleas since his shoe muffled out any sound he made. He decided to stop for coffee and donuts before heading back. He may as well enjoy his foot toy before booking him for robbery.

[stillfoodforguys]

After I caught my roommate leaving the shower one day and saw how hung he was, I knew I had to make a move on him. We quickly became friends with benefits, and were always trying new things to spice things up.

He came home one day with some pills that he claimed would shrink my body down slightly, making my hole tighter for him to fuck. I took a few before straddling his thick thighs and sliding his meat into me, feeling it gradually expand inside me as my body became smaller. For a while it felt amazing to have something so massive pounding away at my hole, but eventually it became too painful to bear. I wasn’t supposed to keep shrinking for this long, still getting smaller even after my roommate lifted me off his lap.

The process seemed to halt once I was about 6 inches tall, and I looked up at his distressed face as he read the back of the box of the pills he made me take. “Shit man, I guess I read the dosage wrong. Looks like you might be stuck like that for a couple of days…” He could see I was angry about his mistake, but didn’t seem to care as he snatched me up in one hand. He found my situation quite amusing, and just laughed as I squirmed within his grasp. “Don’t worry bro, I’ll keep you somewhere nice and safe, plus we might still be able to have fun in the process…”

His hard cock was still throbbing with excitement as he lowered me towards it, letting out a loud moan as he shoved my feet into his slit. I tried to struggle as he forced my body down his shaft, but it only made me sink faster down the tight, slimy passage leading to his balls. I slipped deeper inside him until my body was compressed and curled up by the walls of a fleshy chamber, the space half filled by a pool of this thick, raw seed.

There was no way he could hear me in my position, so the only way to interact with him was to squirm around inside his sack. His erection remained strong from the way my movements stimulated him, providing an almost permanent state of ecstasy. My roommate spent the entire day lazing around in our room, smoking a joint to relax and fully enjoy the pleasure of keeping me inside his body. It took all his energy to resist the urge to cum and release me too soon.

[hornyraunchstories]

I hope Coach takes a dump on Marcus’s toilet mouth next! And I hope Coach intentionally doesn’t flush afterwards. Salivate on that!

To the public what they desire, I’ve been kinda busy but I’ve adjusted a scene that I deleted to suit this.

—————

*knock *kncok *knock* 

“Busy” someone responded.

I heard the process repeat a few times before the door to my stall was swung open.

The stall door banged open, and the burly Coach Harlan filled the frame, his whistle dangling like a noose. He looked hurried, as he unceremoniously dropped his shorts, and his ass descended— hairy, and fat from years of squats, he pressed down burly on my porcelain bowl. The bulky cheeks spread, enveloping my seat entirely, and the initial contact was a wave of heat and musk.

Up close, my enhanced smell caught every note from the sweat soaked stink to the scent escaping down his arsehole symbol of a man holding it since breakfast.

He settled, groaning as he bore down, and letting his bladder loose as a yellow ammonia smelling liquid rushed down my bowl.The first push came slow: a fat, knobby turd, dense from his protein-heavy meals, coiling out with a crackle. It hit my water with a thud, the taste blooming instantly, bitter, and earthy, with a putrid taste. Chunks smeared my porcelain sides, sticky and unyielding, the texture grinding against me like sticky caramel in my mouth. Just instead of caramel, it was the shit of a mouth in his forties that got stuck in my palate.

I trembled, but instead of the usual disregard, the coach responded to my low vibrations which he must have felt as he grunted.

"Oh fuck, hello Marcus, I almost forgot you were there-ungh"He grunted and his legs and thighs tensed as he pushed, his anus relaxing before farting and letting another load right into my mouth Fuck, I had a heavy breakfast and those hamburgers from dinner aren't agreeing with me" he said to the air.

"Well Marcus, I hadn't thought of going about to using you since I'm your coach and all but nature calls you know? And the other stalls were occupied" He said, not once stopping the process of shitting down want was presumably my mouth.

Once again, I tried to protest, and a vibration spread.

"Oh shut up, haven't you understood it yet still?" He said and a rumble built, and he farted— wet, sputtering blast that bubbled up, sour gas like vinegar and eggs, filling my confined space. "You may be a good player, but also, you're nothing but a toilet, even if you return to the field you've already been a toilet." He said and bore down as he pushed the last of the solid logs.

Why the last of those you say? Because softer now, looser from stress or bad takeout, spraying in erratic bursts. The diarrhea hit like acid rain, hot and liquid, stinging my every pore with tangy fire, flecks of undigested corn biting like gravel. The smell choked me, a thick miasma of rot and spice, while the layered flavors overwhelmed-mushy bitterness, acidic burn, all marinating in the piss below.

"I really should've thought of this discipline method before." He said as he sighed in relief. He then proceeded to wipe himself with some toilet paper because he was too weirded out by the bidet, and threw the used wipes down my now full mouth-bowl.

He then stood up, buckled his pants and turned to speak to me.

Marcus. The toilet he just defiled. Which was still bursting with his waste since he intentionally left it marinating in his filth to teach the frustrating athlete under his care a lesson.

“And don’t even think of quitting, or I’ll make it something permanent. Not to speak of, this app still has many functions I’d love to try if you prove uncooperative.” He said and left.

Marcus meanwhile stayed there, his mouth-bowl filled with an abundant soup from hell, forced to taste every bit as he waited until someone brave enough flushed it down. And that would only be a small mercy, as he knew he had to swallow it down eventually.

[hornyraunchstories]

A sticky Situation (Extra)

{ Jordie Remains stuck to his brother’s Tyler’s ass, but Tyler too has needs, and he one of those is that he really needs to use the Toilet } ………

I woke up to the familiar weight of Tyler's ass pressing down on my face, the glue was still holding me prisoner and refused to give up. The night had been a nightmare, trapped under (or within?) my brother’s ass during the night was a torture as the combination of his ass sweat, the heat of the summer, the blanket for some reason covering us, and the sporadic fart that jolted me awake and turned Dutch-ovened me turned my night into something like a sauna from hell.

My mouth and tongue felt raw from the accidental licks and the constant exposure to his musky crack. But as the morning light filtered through the curtains, and Tyler started stirring away and pulling on me with his hip’s movement, I realized with dread that the glue hadn't budged an inch. If anything, my face felt more fused to his cheeks, the dried sweat and residue acting like an extra adhesive.

Tyler stirred above me, groaning as he stretched. "Ugh... good morning?" His voice was groggy,  He shifted, trying to sit up, but that only ground his hole closer to my lips. He then let out a small, involuntary pfft—a leaky fart that hissed right into my mouth, warm and sour, like spoiled milk mixed with last night's beans. It lingered, making my eyes water. 

I could hear his stomach gurgling now, a deep, ominous rumble that vibrated through his body and into mine. I then felt him tense around me as he muttered something. It had been building all night, I realized. Ever since he'd ignored the bathroom before bed, too lazy or too "worked up" to deal with it. And now, with me still glued in place, there was no escape. 

My heart pounded as panic set in.

Unfortunately it was true.

“I don’t know how to say this bro,but I really need to use the toilet,” said Jordie to me in a very stiff voice. “Let’s try to loosen the glue in the shower but… if not, we’ll need to look into some alternatives”.

So we directed ourselves towards the bathroom, where we tried again to ply ourselves apart under the shower with no avail. After doing that and drying ourselves up, I could feel Jordie’s patience starting to slip.

So against my futile protests,  he positioned himself over the toilet, but it was useless—my face was sealed right there, nose pressed into his hairy crack, lips brushing his pucker. He squatted awkwardly, thighs straining, but the angle was all wrong. "Jordie... dude, I can't hold it. It's been more than a day. " His voice was strained.  "I'm sorry, man. This is fucked up. But if I don't... it'll just come out anyway, and you'll probably choke on it anyway. So the only alternative I see is if you just... open your mouth? I know it’s gross as fuck that you have to eat my shit, and I didn’t plan on truly really using you as a toilet, but…Please? I’ll try to make it quick." 

I protested, but he ignored me and instead took out some towels and put them on the ground before trying to sit down, I tried to resist with no results. I was going to hurt myself if I continued to resist, so after some more fighting I gave up and let Tylee take over. I was already sort of resigned. Tyler had already gotten into his head that this was the best solution for his issue, so my opinion had just become irrelevant.

I was just to resign myself and try to endure the next events.

The final position needed as he squatted over, my head was cushioned by the towels, as he squatted on my face, crushing me somewhat with his weight as he held the rest of his body weight by gripping between the Toitel and the sink.

He said with more urgency.

“I’m gonna start now Jordie, just tap me when you’ve had about a mouthful, and I’ll try to cut it off there.

I braced myself, heart hammering as Tyler's weight settled heavier, his grip tightening on the sink and toilet for balance. 

The towels cushioned my head, but nothing could soften the dread twisting my gut. I knew Tyler's habits all too well, he was a typical jock obsessed with fueling his ripped body with protein. And after living with him all my life, I knew what that lifestyle meant for his gut. But, I’ve never considered it something of my concern until now.

"Here we go," Tyler muttered, urgency sharpening his voice as he bore down. At first, just a tense silence, his hole clenching against my lips, the musky hairs tickling my nose. 

Then…bam!

There was No slow buildup, but a sudden, chaotic blast. His pucker spasmed open, unleashing a hot, loose explosion straight into my mouth—not a flood, thank god, but overwhelming in its sloppy fury. It was like a pressurized fart turned to mush, spraying bitter, acidic sludge across my tongue and cheeks in erratic bursts. 

The taste hit like a gut punch: tangy and sharp, like fermented veggies and meat mixed with the sour bite aroma of beans and an undercurrent from yesterday's eggs. Slimy flecks clung everywhere, warm and gritty, the stench blooming thick and pungent, searing my nostrils even as I clamped my jaw to contain it. I gagged violently, body bucking under him, tears flooding my eyes, the humiliation crashing in waves as my brother's loose shit painted my mouth like some vile abstract art.

Tyler let out a sharp grunt, surprise lacing his strained tone. "Ah, shit—sorry, bro, that ripped out quicker than expected." There was a flicker of reluctance there, like he hadn't planned the mess, his body tensing with mild urgency to regain control. 

Tyler felt weird, shitting down his brother's mouth was weird, but he had to relieve himself somehow. Still, the experience was… weird. There was barely any sound, as when he was in the toilet and every emission of his ass was heard with the sort of echo a porcelain toilet had. Instead, it felt muffled. He barely heard anything if not for the surprises moaning and wriggling and kicking Jordie made under him. 

Plus the contact of his asshole with another warm wet hole wasn’t so… unpleasant. 

Still, he trie not giving it too much thought as he was bursting and in need to continue.

Unaware of my brother’s thoughts, the initial trauma wrecked me. I choked on the loose gunk, coughing up bits that splattered back into his crack, my mind screaming at the depravity—swallowing the sloppy prelude to my own brother's waste, the flavor invading every corner, shame hotter than the mess itself. But after those frantic first swallows to clear my airway—gulping down the tangy sludge before it drowned me—it... evened out. Sort of. 

Tyler eased up a notch, his voice leveling. "Okay, that wasn't the cleanest start. Are you good? Tap if there's too much. The Main course is coming—try to keep up."

He pushed again, and the solid logs kicked in, Tyler's diet on full display—abundant and merciless, exactly as I'd dreaded. The first one emerged deliberate, thick and firm from all that protein and roughage, crowning slowly against my lips before sliding in like a heavy coil over my tongue.

It was heavy and I found myself forced into tasting the dense log of overwhelmingly stinkin 'literal shit filling my mouth. The decal matter coming out my Tyler’s ass in combination with the occasional fart that inflated my cheeks like balloons made It felt like having a drainage pipe connected to my mouth. And it may have been my imagination, or my brain trying to form a distraction, but through the incredibly bitter taste I almost could swear I tasted yesterday’s meal’s remnants being pushed out of my brother’s guts. The same food that provided him nutrients yesterday was turned into waste and fed to his own brother.

I tapped his thigh double-time with urgency to get him to stop and he grunted, straining to pinch it off. "Yeah... gotcha. Chew it quick, Jordie." The segment packed my mouth solid, forcing rapid bites through the tough texture, gritty chunks going down past the rising nausea. It was stickier than the spray, and I found my body falling into a grim rhythm, adapting to the volume like it was just another thing. Although I still felt like vomiting every time I tried to swallow it down.

After I finished chewing, I tried to wait a bit to gather my bearings, but Tyler must have felt me stopping to chew and decided to continue.

“Ok bro, good job! Next mouthful” he said with urgency. Perhaps because I took a bit too long. But he could try eating shit for the first time if he thought I was slow.

It was then, as he filled my mouth, of course when Tyler's grip slipped. His system was a machine after all, used to pumping out log after log. He lacked the self restraint to wait so much and cut himself. And just like many people can’t cut the stream once they start pissing, Tyler couldn’t stop now that his gut got out of his control.

It all broke. A monster turd of fiber-packed solidity barreled out unbroken—my wild taps ignored as Tyler's abs seized wrong, the whole length dumping into my mouth before I could process. I gagged and choked on the putrid mass filling me.

“Ungh” Tyler groaned from the strain the mass passing through his anus put him through, instinctively pushing more as his brother almost convulsed from the taste under him.

There was no chew time; it jammed the back of my throat, demanding a straight swallow or suffocation. The mass slithered down whole, a wriggling, lumpy bulge stretching my esophagus, unchewed grit rasping the whole way, flavors detonating raw—bitter, fibrous overload that made me retch.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK" Tyler rasped, but he ground down firmed as he continued, forcing me to tilt and gulp it live, the weight coiling into my gut like a living thing. It was the kind of monstrously long, unbroken log that coiled around the bottom toilet. Only now it was forced down my throat and would coil around my stomach.  But the desperation for air was a nice motivation, and I swallowed the shit with urgency almost as fast as it came out of a Tyler’s hole.

After a blur, it ended with a dribbly *prrrt* fart. 

It was over. And I was tired and tried to catch my breath. I could feel the weight in my stomach and knew it would probably hurt later.

"Whew... that's the lot. It was intense." Regret tinged his words for the chaos, but the persistent bulge in his shorts whispered otherwise. He rose gingerly, hauling me up. “Well, I’m sorry, I guess” he said awkwardly.

Jordie dismissed it, still numb from the experience. Meanwhile, Tyler struggled to suppress an erection as the whole experience somehow turned him on. The guilty pleasure from using his brother like that weighting on his mind as he tried to go about the day.

[hornyraunchstories]

Office Toilet ( Heavy Scat )

A story loosely set on the Wasteless universe of @writinggross. Where Human toilets are commonly accepted. This is supposed to be set a little early on, when they were more a privilege.

…. In this world, the competition for a decent Job that could keep you afloat and away from falling in debt was even more harsh than on earth. This led to many employees to accept otherwise crazy conditions in their jobs.

There was a certain Elite X Company who installed a system to encourage their salesmen to put in the extra effort in their job.

The company paid a base salary plus the percentage every salesman earned with their own efforts. An unbelievably favorable deal for anyone in this world and age. However, in order to guarantee their utmost performance the “Sales Rewards and Service Program” was installed.

The sales reward program rewarded the best sellers with benefits, bonuses and other privileges while also “encouraging” those that fell behind. 

This encouragement came in various ways depending on how you ranked, but the most notable one was the ‘Service Learning Program’ where the lowest sellers were temporarily given as assistants to the best ones as an additional reward for their performance. The serving seller then would use the opportunity to learn from his better, and thus be encouraged to do better.

But while they’re said to be assistants in a learning opportunity, the truth is these were more like punishments and treated almost as common servants or slaves, and were often asked by their colleagues to do humiliating tasks such as massaging their feet or serving as footstalls. They were even sometimes asked to serve as fart filters or urinals, depending on who they were assigned to.

However, only the worst seller actually had to be an actual Toilet Slave for the best seller.

The unlucky loser this time had been Charles, while the winner was a transfer from another branch of the company, Tristan.

…

He had just gotten to the company when Tristan called him. “The Boss said you’re gonna be shadowing me from now on, he also said that until the week is over you’re in charge of all my eh… ‘Hygienic necessities and comfort’, which ‘includes but is not limited to all of the users emissions’ ” He read from a document in his hand.

“It also says that I shouldn’t use the company’s installations since you’re my assigned ‘Waste Management Utility’ ” He huffed. “So, I guess you’re gonna be my Toilet and Fart Sniffer for the rest of week and I wanted us to get acquainted before that happens, but I’m really about to piss myself y’know? Mind if I take a leak real quick?” Charlie very much did mind, but he resignedly let Jonas lead him into the Toilets and made him knelt next to the urinals.

Charles’ stomach twisted as he knelt on the cold tile floor next to the urinals, the humiliation already burning his skin. Jhonnas stood towering over him, his dick and balls centimeters from his face as he felt the heat and smell radiating from them.

"Please," Charles whispered, voice cracking. "There’s gotta be another way”

"You signed the contract, Just like the rest of us, it’s as much my duty to use you as is your duty to be used by me, and I like this job." He tapped Charles' cheek with the tip of his flaccid dick.

Charles knelt, lips trembling and gut twisting in dread and anticipation. He knew there was no escape unless he resigned. But then, his career would be over. Even if he could somehow find another job, it wouldn’t be as well paid as this one, and it’d probably had similarly bad conditions.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t reluctant.

Tristan sighed, seemingly irked by the situation.

“Look man, you lost and now you're under my ass for a week, just cooperate and this will go over much more smoothly”. He said. "Now please open up. I’ve been holding it since the morning meeting when the boss told me you’d be my toilet and I couldn’t use the urinals." 

The groan that escaped Charles was raw, guttural. His hands clenched uselessly at his sides as he tilted his head back, mouth forced wide. The first hot, sour stream hit his tongue before he was ready, making him gag, urine dripping down his chin. He could feel it. 

“Damn” he heard someone at the next urinal say. Tristan sighed above him, shifting his stance.

"Don’t let it drip man, you’re going to smell and you’re staining the floor. Plus I don’t want my shoes to smell like urine. Here, I’ll help you" He took a step in and his cock was now fully in his mouth. 

“Close your lips around it so it doesn’t drip out, just think about it like a straw or something” He heard.

Of course, it was easy for him to say that, he didn’t have a dick peeing in his mouth. Still, Charles obeyed, and the bitter salt flooding his senses was overwhelming as his cheeks swelled with the taste of urine and he forgot to swallow, some of the yellow liquid streaming down his chin. 

He could now feel Tristan’s slight irritation, so with great effort he managed to push the warm liquid down his throat in a few big gulps. 

“You see? It wasn’t that bad” Tristan said, as he shook his dick in front of his face to get rid of the drops clinging to him. It seemed to be a reflex to him, as he barely even looked down at him. It had been. It had been that bad. And the worst part? This was just the start.

Charles’ mouth still burned with the acrid aftertaste as Tristan zipped up, leaving him kneeling in the rank puddle of his own shame. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting the tiled bathroom in a sterile glare that only made the humiliation sharper. The sharp scent of ammonia clung to his lips, his tongue swollen and heavy.

…

Now in Tristan’s office, Charles knelt beside his chair, the lingering bitterness in his mouth nothing compared to what came next. 

Tristan originally had planned leaving Charles kneeling by the side of his chair, but then he remembered one of his colleagues that had used a Toilet Slave once said to him that when prepping one for his first use, he should first get his acquainted with his ass, weight and his emissions and that he should first use him as a chair beforehand. He planned to get Charles used to it today and maybe tomorrow before using him as a shitter for the first time, as he would need to do so at least once according to the contract.

Tristan had never had the privilege of breaking in a Toilet, so he decided to follow his friend’s advice. He felt a little uncomfortable being bare-assed in the office though. Even if it was technically a private one, he still had crystal walls so he decided not to take off his pants.

"I’m going to be sitting on you during my shift, like a chair, being a fart filter is one of the jobs underlined and it’s better to follow through so the boss doesn’t get mad anyway" Tristan said stiffly–It was partly true, the fart thing, not the chair thing though— lifting his hips and leaning back in his chair. Before Charles could react, a meaty hand clamped around the back of his neck, dragging him forward until his nose pressed against the straining fabric of Jhonnas’ slacks.

The musky heat of his ass radiated through the material, already thick with the promise of what was coming. Tristan didn’t bother unbuttoning his pants—just shifted his weight and sat, his full weight grinding Charles’ face into his clothed cheeks.

"Get acquainted I guess" he murmured, just as his phone rang. The first fart tore through the fabric hot and thick, flooding Charles’ nostrils with the dense, fermented stink of eggs, coffee and rotten meat. He jerked, but Tristan held him firm, his ass heavy enough to smother any escape. 

"Mm, yeah, I can pencil you in Thursday," Tristan said into the phone, voice smooth even as his ass clenched, forcing out another gurgling burst directly into Charles’ mouth and nose. He groaned, and Tristan put more of his weight like trying to silence him.

“Hold a second” He said to the phone and put a hand over the microphone, lifting his ass a little to see the man under “Hey Charles, could you be more quiet down there, I don’t want the clients noticing you please? ”

“You try doing it man” Charles said spitefully. He really wasn’t in the mood.

Tristan rolled his eyes, he was still a little sympathetic as he turned back to his call.

The taste seeped past his lips—sour, greasy and heavy— and his throat convulsed. By the third barrage, Charles’ eyes glistened with tears, his breathing reduced to shallow, panicked gasps between each humid wave of Tristan’s digestion.

The man above him chuckled, unbeknownst if it was because of something in the call or because he was enjoying himself. When the call ended, Tristan finally stood up, leaving Charles swaying on his knees, his face slick with sweat and the lingering reek of gut fumes.

"Lunchtime," Tristan announced, standing up and stretching. "Don’t eat anything. The instructions said you should limit yourself to ‘consuming only what the user provides during office hours’ and about you not being allowed to use the cafeteria facilities" He paused, looking down at Charles’ ashen face.

…

Tristan ate carelessly and plentifully, seemingly not caring about the fate of his now Toilet. He could hold it until he got home, probably. Either way, he was entitled to a bigger and nicer bonus thanks to his achievements and he planned on taking advantage of it.

There was nothing refined about the way Tristan worked through his meal, carving through the thick meat in relentless bites.  

Charles watched, jaw tight, as butter dripped from a smashed-open baked potato onto Tristan’s plate, only to be scooped up and folded into the next forkful along with some meat. Coke fizzed as he took deep, satisfied gulps between mouthfuls, his free hand already reaching for another buttered roll.  

"Damn, that’s good," Tristan muttered, wiping his mouth with his napkin before diving back in. His stomach rounded slightly under his shirt, fabric straining just enough to hint at the pressure building inside. 

By the time the plate was clean with steak fat smeared across it, crumbs of bread and flecks of potato clinging to the edges. Tristan leaned back with a low groan. 

He patted his stomach, fingers pressing into swollen belly. "Fuck, I’m bursting,"

Charles' knuckles went white under the table. 

Before going back to the office, Tristan took Charles to the bathroom to take a leak again. Charles was admittedly relieved, as he thought maybe he would escape his fate for one day. Maybe Tristan’s gut schedule meant he didn’t shit in the office. Maybe he would only be an urinal, and that was okay by him at this point.

Then in the office, Tristan worked some more. Of course, sitting on Charles face as he typed in his computer and occasionally talked to some clients. Progressively though, the farts came more often, stealing Charles of the few fresh air and replacing it with hot bursts of sewage like fumes as the food Tristan just ingested traveled through his digestive system.

At least, until the dread time came, and shattered his hopes.

*Schlrrrppp!* A particularly wet and nasty fart made Charles choke as Tristan suddenly stood up from his chair.

“Hey man, I really gotta use the Toilet now”

“You mean, like, you have to pee?” Charles asked hopefully, already dreading the answer.

“No man, like, I really gotta take a shit now” Tristan said plainly “Come on man, I really cannot wait any more,” he said more urgently as he strutted towards the private toilet in his office.

Reluctantly Charles followed him to the Toilet room. Where Tristan was already waiting.

"Come on, I’m really bursting and cannot wait more" he grunted. “Lie down already”.

Charles did so with great reluctance, lying down on the cold floor as his face aligned with the squat toilet on the bathroom floor.

Tristan unbuttoned his slack and undo his belt, and the sound was nearly drowned out by the thick, bubbling growl of his gut.  

"Here we go," Tristan sighed, squatting and easing himself down as he pushed his pants down and placed his weight on Charles face, trying to align his asshole with his mouth as he did so.

Charles opened his mouth, and soon he had a pulsing hairy asshole comfortably between his lips.

*Pbtbtbtbtb!*

The first blast was rancid and hot of half-digested steak and garlic, a hot, gassy punch that flooded Charles’ mouth before he could even gag. He choked, shoulders jerking, but Tristan just braced his hands on his knees and pushed, letting loose a shuddering stream of thick, sour air.  

"ahhh" Tristan sighed, shifting his weight to squeeze out another wet, gurgling sputter.  

Charles’ eyes watered, his throat burning with bile and humiliation, but Tristan wasn’t done.

Tristan shifted, letting his slacks sag further down his hips—not for humiliation, not for cruelty, but because he was comfortable. Why shouldn’t he be? This was just a function, natural as breathing. He had been feeling a little guilty up until now, of having to use his coworker as a mere toilet, but at this critical moment where he needed relief he finally had come to terms with it.

Charles was a human being, yes. But right now, he was only his toilet, and he really needed to take a shit. So he would have to treat him like a toilet.

So, with great effort, Tristan grunted as he dumped the contents of his bowels on Charles’s own hot wet orifice. A big solid log sliding out of his arse and into Carles mouth.

He felt Charles buckle under him, retching and moving, but he pinned him down with his weight and held his legs from moving. The effort made Tristan’s gut loosen, and he really wanted to release another load, but he held to not choke Tristan. 

He had researched the internet while in his office, and people said that he needed to wait until the Toilet finished chewing before letting another load. But he was impatient. Especially after feeling Charles stilling under him, frozen as if Tristan wasn’t in a rush to continue.

“You have to chew, chew man. Or I guess chew Toilet Charles, otherwise you’ll feel sick of the stomach later. If you cannot chew it down in the next three minutes tops, I’ll continue and I swear I won’t stop just because you’re having another one of your freakouts” Tristan said, urged and irritated. “I swear I’ll push it down straight into your throat and stomach and not stop until I feel relieved” He said, and put a chronometer on his phone.

“Lick my arse when you are ready for the next mouthful”. He said, and let himself be more comfortable by resting more of his weight on his Toilet’s face-seat. Crushing Chalres painfully under his weight. Not like he cared anymore, the man was not cooperating, so he could be treated like a toilet.

Meanwhile, Charles had received a shock. The taste of Tristan’s shit was undescribable, pungent and acrid. Like garlic and onion and fat and rotten meat. It was warm like the man’s own guts, and it felt like a mockery of the food he had eaten. It overwhelmed Charles' senses, as his own body rejected the waste coming out of the other man’s body.

It didn’t care about the logic of his mind, or keeping his job, it was just so awful and degrading it triggered his own survival instincts.

He struggled with no purchase, and finally calmed when his body realized there was no escape.

It was then that Tristan lost his patience, and made his threat. Still struggling, Charles chewed through the monstrous log, releasing even more of the pungent taste and aroma until it felt as if it escaped through his nostrils as he swallowed bit by bit.

When he finally finished, and signaled Tristan by lapping at his ass and touching his cheeks.

“Fucking finally” He said and let his entrails loose.

The next mouthful was not easier than the first, and his body still retched trying to throw up, but he swallowed it with all his will. If there was a small mercy, it was that it wasn’t an as generous amount as the first had been. But the large man was still far from empty.

He did the same with the next dump, establishing into a routine, trying to disassociate. He felt Tristan push, his hole trembled and farted and let loose a fart or two as he pushed his waste onto Charles mouth, he chewed holding down his own retching instincts and swallowed down. Then, he lapped at

By the end Charles was shocked as a more liquid shit spayed with pressure into his mouth, little bits clinging everywhere as the intestinal acids of the Tristan burned his mouth, filling it to the brim with a hellish soup. At the very least, they were easier to swallow, and he swallowed two more before Tristan finally stopped.

Tristan hadn't paid him more attention after his initial outburst, and was staring at his phone. Charles felt he had finished though, but Tristan still grunted and pushed empty air as he made sure he was really empty.

Once he was sure, he told Charles to clean him. Charles obeyed the seemingly mild order after the deluge of horrors he had passed through recently, licking the other man’s ass as clean as he could.

Tristan then finally stood up and pulled up his pants. He looked down at the wrecked image of Charles, red and teary face and tongue stained brown and said “You can take a break, the day is almost over anyway. Go clean yourself, and I expect you tomorrow at my office at 8:00 A.M sharp”.

Before leaving the room he said. 

“Don’t eat breakfast, I’ll eat an extra portion for you”. He had enjoyed that more than he thought he would.

[hornyraunchstories]

A Sticky Situation (Fart Kink, Humiliation )

A fart fetish story between two brothers, one of who gets their face glued to the other one’s ass. No Scat

When I returned from my part time job after college that day, I returned to find out my brother Luke had been having a party downstairs with his jock friends when I arrived at my house. Tired, I decided to ignore them and went upstairs. 

My parents were out of town for the week, and my brother Tyler had a game soon and I didn’t want he and his friends to get any ideas as my brother seemed to enjoy harassing me in front of his friends —and alone as well — I was tired, so I went straight to my room and did my usual nighttime routine, shaved the light hair on my face and slapped on some of my aftershave cream, and passed out.

I woke up to a weight in my bed and as I opened my eyes I stared at the bare ass of my Tyler as he parted his muscular cheeks with his hands and sat over my open mouth.

I felt his asscheeks cover me as my nose was rubbed against his crack and his unkept ass hair rubbed against my face.

“Stomph!” I tried to scream and push him off but I had no chance. The weight and size difference alone made it impossible as he crushed me under his ass and let out a rumbling fart.

Brpp! Brpp! Brbrbrbrbrt!

“Hahahah, enjoy the smell down there?”

The fart was hot and burning and the smell was awful as it filled his lungs through his mouth at point blank.

Fuck, he could even taste it. Pungent and salty though that may be the sweaty ass he was in.

“I just did some light workout so you can enjoy it more, don’t you wanna thank me?”

The fart left me coughing and he continued with the onslaught, his ass holding me against the bed as he farted in my mouth which I struggled to close under his weight and my coughing.

I put my hands on his thighs trying to get him off me, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Get off me!” I left out a muffled scream

“Hmm, let me think…” he paused. “How about?…” 

 *Pfft!* 

He released a noxious fart directly into my face, I tried to close my mouth only to find the smell sliding into my nose without any other escaping route

“ No!”

I thrashed, resisting the urge to cough more knowing it would only end with him farting into my mouth; something he unfortunately had been fancying lately after ‘getting used’ to my nose in his hole.

He laughed at my struggles, sometimes I wondered If he liked it he then paused for a moment. I heard a grumble in his stomach and he left out an “Ungh” as he clutched his stomach and leaned forward pressing me harder into the bed with his ass.

His pelvis pressed into me through his muscular buttocks as he aligned his ass against my tightly closed lips, flattening my lower face and chin. 

I got to see the roof of my room as he leaned, revealing my eyes, though most of my nose remained still in his ass crack, the only difference being that now that I was not pressed I could feel his hairs tickling my noise with every breath. 

Oh god it was awful.

“Here comes a big one! I can feel it, Get ready…” he said, his stomach gurgled once more and he let loose.

It started slow, a few timid brpts as if testing and picked up pace, like a burning punch into my face. I felt it burn with a smell so vile, like vinegar and salt and sweat and rotten meat.

Bpp… bppp… bppPPPPPPPFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!! 

It continued violating my nostrils and then a small pause, an ass rubbing against my face and…

Pffflrrbttt… Schlrrrp pbpbt

I fucking felt it as a sticky and slimy liquid burst out of my brothers fucking ass. It spread along my face and his asscheeks, covering my cheeks and mouth and LIPS in a disgusting slimy sticky film that mixed with the sweat already there. The scorching air forced its way through my lips, prying them open with pure air pressure, any remnant finding its way to my nose. He had perfected his way to torture me with his farts.

I didn’t dare open my mouth as I slapped my hands against his tights, prompting him to stand up as the fluids dried against my face.

“Ugh, Shoot Jordie, I really didn’t expect that last one bro. Guess the beers of last night really did a number on me. Sorry, heh” He said, ashamed after that wet fart.

“Mmmhhhh!” Stand up!

“Oh right! Shoot! Sorry” He said and then stood up.

Or at least he tried.

As he tried to stand up, I felt myself being pulled upwards as if someone was pulling my face.

And  I wasn’t the only one, my added weight seemingly disbalanced him as he almost tripped seemingly catching himself before falling on my face ass first.

I grabbed his legs to find purchase. Scared and disoriented and with my face aching from being pulled.

“Hey! I almost broke your nose tripping there, If you wanted me to continue you just needed to ask Jordie, the game is on Monday so I could use the extra luck if you’re so eager hahaha”

“I can’t get off asshole, I’m stuck!” I talked, and felt his asshairs brush against my mouth as I talked, even entering as I tried to spit it.

“Bullshit, are you saying my fart glued you to my ass?” He joked and stood up — pulling me with him. 

“Careful asshole!” I screamed as he pulled me without effort. I shifted my posture ending being on my knees on the bed, my face stuck in his ass as if I was giving him a rimjob even as I tried to pull away.

“I’m the asshole? You’re literally on my asshole!”

“Only an asshole does this to his freaking brother! And now we’re stuck like this!”

“It’s your fault for being such a pipsqueak then don’t you think? If you don’t want to be my fart sniffer then be a real man and fight me off, until then you’re my fart slave and you should be thankful I use you for good luck, at least that way you serve for something!”

“Oh yeah!? That’s what you think!? You’re an idiot, you know it? The only thing decent about you are your athletic skills so what about you shut your trap and…”

Brrrpt

*Coff coff* He farted into my mouth as I tried to protest, the awful smell sending me into a coughing spurt. 

“Eugh, You can’t win any discussion with just fart-”

Pbt!

“You can’t-“

Prpfft!

“You said?” He laughed, and I could almost see his smirk from here.

“Fuck you”

“At least I’m not stuck to an ass, now let’s solve this. I enjoy farting on you but even I don’t want my last meal to become your next one”

I froze at the prospect.

“Yeah, let’s see what we can do”

At first I tried to hold onto the bed frame as Luke pulled, but I felt like my flesh was going to rip off my face before getting unstuck, and Luke stopped after he felt the same would happen to him. In his own words “He couldn’t get hurt like that with a game so soon”.

After figuring out how to move, which consisted of sort of walking-sliding on my knees after placing some clothes under them. We walked to the bathroom where we tried to unstick us in the shower but to no avail. 

Other than waterboarding me in my brother’s ass.

At least it didn't smell that bad after the fact.

The sound of a hair dryer could be heard in the bathroom as Luke dried his ass and my face after the experience letting me breathe in a mostly dry ass.

“Let’s go eat breakfast” he said and after nearly tripping on the stairs several times, we got to the first floor. 

As soon as we got to the first floor I heard a ruckus.

“Hahaha! What’s up with that?” I heard Mike laugh, his voice pitchy enough I could remember his name through the impression he left.

“Whoa! What the hell happened bro why is Jordie on your ass?” Asked one of Luke’s friends. Jason I think?

“I don’t know! I was just giving him a special waking up with my ass when suddenly he got stuck there!”

“Yo, you mean you farted on his face bro? Hahaha that’s hilarious! I already know what happened!” Mike laughed “Me and Jordie wanted to play you both a joke and replaced the aftershave cream with some joke glue we found at this website”

“What!?” I screamed from out of my brother’s ass, stray hairs entering my mouth that I soon tried to spit out. 

“Oh chill out bro, we were expecting you to glue yourself to your pillow or something, but this is way more hilarious! It’s supposed to be triggered by water, how did it even happen!?”

“Ehh, let’s ignore that,” Tyler said. Seemingly more ashamed of admitting he had a sweaty arse than letting his friends know how he farted on my face. “How do I get the pipsqueak out of my ass is a more important question!”

“I don’t know bro, the instructions said it should go away in a day or two on its own” He said. 

“Well nothing to do about it I guess”  Said Tyler. “Guess we’ll have to deal with it for now”.

“Mmmh! Mhmmmh!”

I tried to protest, but all my protests went unheard under my brothers ass.

The friends burst into laughter again, Mike slapping his knee like it was the funniest thing ever. "Dude, Jordie's your personal ass warmer now? That's gold!"

Tyler shifted his weight, and I felt his cheeks clench around my face. "Shut up, man. This ain't funny. Pass me some cereal or something. I'm starving."

They finally settled down enough to eat, but for me, it was hell. Tyler plopped down at the kitchen table, which meant my knees hit the floor hard as he dragged me along. I was basically on all fours behind him, face buried in his ass like some twisted backpack. Every time he moved, his hairs tickled my nose, and the lingering smell from earlier made my eyes water.

He started shoveling food in—bacon, eggs, beans, the works. "Mmm, this hits the spot," he mumbled through a mouthful. Then, without warning, his gut rumbled right against my forehead.

Prrrrt! A quick one slipped out, the short burst of warm and eggy air blasting my nostrils. I tried to jerk back, but the glue held firm. "Dude, your farts are echoing off Jordie's face!" Jason howled.

Tyler chuckled, wiggling his butt. "Yeah? Well, he's getting the full breakfast special. Open wide, Jordie, time to feed you!"

What? No way. He reached back, grabbed a piece of bacon from his plate, and... oh god, he tried to shove it toward his own ass crack. "C'mon, bro, eat up through the back door. It's more efficient this way!"

I mumbled protests, but it came out as muffled nonsense. The bacon smeared against his cheek, greasy and pointless. "Haha, he's not biting! Guess my ass ain't appetizing enough." The guys cracked up, and Tyler just ate the bacon himself, farting again as punishment.

Brraaap! This one was longer, meaty from the bacon, filling my lungs with that sour, greasy stench. I coughed, which only made me inhale more of his filth. "There, that's your protein shake, fart flavor."

Breakfast dragged on like that. While he ate, I suffocated on his gas while trying to get the scraps he placed in his ass into my mouth. By the end, my face felt like a sauna, slick with sweat and whatever residue from his meals.

The friends left eventually, still snickering, but thankfully leaving us alone. It was enough having Tyler treating me like some sort of fart-plaything, but it was utterly humiliating to have his friends snicker every time I inevitably coughed from the stench.

Tyler stood up, pulling me to my feet. "Alright, time to chill. TV it is." He waddled to the couch, me in tow, and dropped down. My world went dark again as his full weight settled on my face, cheeks spreading wide. The glue made it impossible to escape; I was pinned, nose deep in his crack.

He flipped on some action movie, volume cranked. But his stomach wasn't done. Every laugh or explosion on screen set him off.

"Hah, that guy's toast." Sprrt! A wet fart splattered against my face, coating me in a nasty substance. "Whoops, beans talking back."

I squirmed, hands pushing at his thighs, but he just ground down harder. "Quit fidgeting, Jordie. You're my cushion now. Better get comfy"

It felt as if hours passed blurred by in a haze of farts and tv noise. All the while, my brother’s incontinent ass continued torturing me. Silent killers that burned my sinuses, and loud rips pried my lips open and rattled my teeth as they echoed within my mouth, forcing me to taste them.

 It was when I thought it could possibly not get any worse when Tyler, in his egocentric mind, decided to do so carelessly.

"Welp, got a workout to do. The coach wants me sharp for the game." He ignored my frantic head shakes and headed to the living room floor for push-ups. As he tried to push himself up, perhaps my weight or some imbalance, he ended up falling on his face. 

“Motherfucker!” Tyler exclaimed in pain. Then he Turner his anger towards me. “Jordie, cooperate if you know whats good for you, otherwise I might decide to do a bench press with you still down there, to see how hard that heavy head of yours is” .

So with that threat, I folded.

Each rep lifted his ass slightly, and I had to cooperate for it to be successful. Otherwise, Tyler would make sure to fart on me even more to make me comply.

The session was tiring, and I was suffocating from a lack of air as the more we exercised the more humid and damp the crease of Tyler got. But that was not the end of it.

Urrp-pt! "One... two..." The push-ups turned into squats, his hole flexing inches from my mouth. Sweat dripped, mixing with the smells. "Feel that burn? You're burning too, huh?"

I protested louder, but he laughed it off. "Protests noted. Now, lunges!" More movement, more gas. By the end, he was glistening, and I was drenched in his scent, exhausted from the ride.

Finally, night fell. 

"Bedtime, fart buddy." Upstairs we went, and we managed to get up the stairs with me shuffling behind. He flopped onto my bed—his room was a mess—and positioned himself reverse, ass on my face again. "Perfect ass pillow." He commented, still not letting go of the puns.

He just lied there shifting through his phone for a while, as I simmered in the juices of his dried ass sweat.

I thought that was it, and that we would fall asleep finally. But then I felt him shift restlessly for a while, then, I heard an all familiar intro and a chime.

Oh no. Fuck no.

“Mmmh! Mmmh!” I protested.

I felt his muscles tense above me gradually and then relax, the motion repeated a few times as his glutes tightened around my face and his hips grinned against me.

His hand started reaching down. "Kinda worked up from the day. Mind if I...?" His hand gripped his dick, starting to stroke. 

‘Of course I funcking mind’ I cried, but the weight of his ass against me muffled my protest and his lust muddled mind disregarded me.

So, without a care in the world, Tyler started to beat his meat while lying on top of me. An obscene sound of smacking being produced as his balls smacked my forehead with each pump. 

Thwack, thwack. The rhythm built, his breaths heavy. "Fuck, that's good."

I endured, humiliated, the musky smell intensifying as his sweat reactivated under the strain. But a while passed, and he didn’t seem able to finish. To the dismay of all involved.

Tyler made a frustrated sound.

 "C'mon, Jordie, help a bro out. I’m feeling a little shy with you here, Just rim me a bit so I can loosen out a little. Just give me some tongue action. It'll make me finish faster, I swear, my girlfriends just never want to do it, and hey it may loosen this glue." Tyler 

No way. But he ground down, pleading in that cocky tone. "Please? For your big bro? Just a few licks, and I swear I’ll finish and we're done."

Tyler continued pleading to me while still stroking his dick. Trying to convince me.

 It was only after I felt truly exhausted that I flicked my tongue with acceptance, tasting the salt and sweat of my brother's entrance. It didn’t taste as bad as it did once, as I had been essentially blabbering all over it all day, but it still never tasted fully clean with the constant exhaust that he let rip.

As Tyler felt my tongue he moaned, speeding up. "Yeah, like that." More licks, as his balls slapped harder. He made an even more frustrated sound. “C’mon Jord, please, just a bit more, just stick your tongue inside a bit, please.”

I decided to comply, and thrust my tongue into the hot twitching entrance of my brother. The moment my tongue got inside, he pushed against me, pinning me and getting more of my tongue inside his asshole. I felt the slimy muscular walls of his anus tighten around my tongue and convulse as he moaned and came with a groan, hot spurts landing.

He rolled off slightly, panting. Then, as if tired and satisfied, sleep claimed Tyler immediately. While I remained trapped on his ass, enduring endless night farts and hoping that tomorrow the glue would disappear before he needed to inevitably use the toilet in the morning.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: Instagram account @jzillaraidsagain

Jay had contracted a rare shrinking virus that had caused him to shrink down to such a small size. He would grow back to his normal size over the course of a few days, but it only happened when he was home. This time, it occured when he was at work. He felt so embarrrassed when his coworker Bryan caught him, literally.

"Wow, you really do have that rare shrinking virus." Bryan said, looking down at his now tiny coworker. "You look to be about 3" tall." He smirked a little.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Tom paused, still feeling embarrassed. "But seriously, this virus sucks." He added.

"You sure there is no cure?" Bryan asked.

"Yeah, scientist are still working on one, but no such luck yet." Tom spoke, hoping a cure will happen soon.

"So in the meantime, you're stuck like this for a few days?" Bryan asked, being curious as a thought entered his mind.

"Yeah, but it normally happpens at home, not at work. I am screwed." He wondered what he was going to do now.

"Maybe I can help you." Bryan took off his shoe and pointed the open end at Jay. "I can hide you here and take you home with me. No one will know about your shrinking virus but me." He suggested with a smile.

Jay didn't like the idea of being stuck in a shoe for the rest of the day. "I don't know about that. Maybe put me in your pocket or some box." He suggested, not wanting the shoe idea at all.

"Someone might discover you if I did those options. I think you can be better hidden inside my shoe." Bryan smirked. "Unless you rather go it alone." He added, knowing this tiny coworker would choose the shoe.

Going it alone was a horrible idea. Seeing that he really didn't have any other options, he reluctantly agreed. "Okay, I will do the shoe, but take me out when you get home. I don't want to come to work tomorrow still in your shoe." Jay said.

Bryan nodded and lifted his tiny coworker into his sneaker. "It's only just for the next six hours, okay. Then it's home with me." He spoke before puting his sneaker back on his socked foot. He slid it in and tied his shoe back to his foot. He could feel Jay squirming a little under his toes. He played with him for a little bit as he turned his attention back to his computer. He searched and saw that a pet store on the way home had the right size cage he could put Jay in when he got home. He happened to know a little more about the shrinking virus. If you put a tiny in a small enclosure, it would prevent them from growing back. He would convince his tiny coworker the cage would keep him safe. Until then, he would enjoy the next six hour playing with his new pet under his toes. The rest of the work day was going to be fun for him at least for sure.

Jay found Bryan's sneaker to be a stinky prison. The more he squirmed, the more he would play with him with his socked toes. It was still more than 5 hours before Bryan would get off. He tried to squirm to show his discomfort at being stuck under his toes, but that only had the opposite effect. He played with him more. It was going to be a long rest of the day for him, he saw that for sure.

Bryan was looking forward to what fun he can have with his new toy squirming under his toes.

[borntobegagged]

A true alpha male knows how to calm a complaining boy

[fartcushion]

You'd been invited to take part in an alpha bros podcast; 'Mans Debate'. They'd got famous in the media over recent years and you were aware of the show, and its main host, but very much not a fan. Anyone that had seen your content would know you stood for the polar opposite. They thought women belonged in the home and that being gay was a choice. You were a proud feminist and a gay rights activist. The only reason you were going on the show was to try and bring your measured, fact based, response to their nonsense arguments. Enlighten their listeners to the truth.

When you arrived the host, Jamal, greeted you like an old friend. He couldn't have been warmer. You had to remind yourself what he was doing to the world, corrupting the next generation. Steeling yourself you entered in to his home where he recorded the podcast and followed him through to the office area. It was pretty basic set up considering their mass following, but they'd done well to carve out a section of the room and style it like a studio.

He offered you a seat and went to get you a drink. As you waited alone you noticed an odd smell in the air. Like the smell of a stuffy room that hadn't been aired out in some time. A hint of something foul lingering, like old expired food. It was mild but constant, now that you were sat in it you could really smell it.

Jamal came back with your drink and sat in his desk chair facing you. You took a sip, it was a sweet juice with a bit of fizz as you watched it bubble away, you helped yourself to a bigger swig.

"Really appreciate you agreeing to be on the show, can't tell you how much we need you in here with us".

It was surprising to hear Jamal say such a thing. You were both in agreement they desperately needed your expertise to steer the ship. Trying not to look to smug you took a swig of your drink and put the glass down, practically nearly empty now.

"I couldn't agree more! You've been saying some really alarming things and I think we should be working together to unite people, not divide"

Jamal didn't really seem to be listening. He looked at your glass then at his phone.

"Yeh, sure, so hey, the rest of the guys will be here in about 20mins so I'm keen to get you in position. Why don't you finish that drink and we can begin.

A bit put out by the abruptness you picked up your glass again. He stood over you to take it off you and as he did you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. Broad shoulders and chest with built arms wrapped in a tight t-shirt. You downed the rest of your drink to moisten your drying throat. He smiled, took the glass and walked off. Showing his thick calfs and plump ass.

As he left you in the room you again noticed that odd but familiar smell. It seemed fresher now as if it had been added to. But you had stood next to Jamal. He smelt fine.

"How you feeling, ready to get all set up?" Jamal asked as he reappeared.

"Sure, we using fixed mics or clipped?" You ask standing up. Suddenly you feel off balance and have to sit back down. It's like the blood pressure dropped. "Woah, sorry, I feel a bit woozy"

"Oh, yeh? No worries, it'll pass" he answered non chalantly while getting a small box and large bag out.

"So, yeh, sorry. The mic?"

"Oh don't worry, there's one in there". Not facing you, on his knees he was setting up the box in the recording area.

"In where ...that box...that won't pick me up. I'm not sitting there wearing a box".

"Well of course you're not. You are lying down with your head in it. Your body goes in the bag. Arms and legs bound. Your head goes in the fart box".

"What the fuck. You are NOT tying me up. And what the FUCK is a fart box?" You felt dizzy and each new sentence felt like more concentration was needed. The whole time Jamal just carried on.

"It's a box with a hole in it. You go inside. Your face, well your nose mainly, sticks out, and we sit on it. Then well...fart... obviously. You're going to sniff them up".

"Like...Hell... I'm...Not" you get out as you use all your last energy to stand. Desperate to get out the house. Instead your legs give way and you collapse on the floor. Your blurred eyes losing focus on what's in front of them, Jamal's ass.

"Oh, someone's keen to begin"

ppprrrbbb

He farted on your face as you drifted in to I consciousness. He pulled the ball gag out of the drawer and fitted it to you. Then after cuffing your hands and feet he easily stuffed your small body in the bag and installed your head in the box. Once all set he sat down on top to give you a test run. He could feel your nose pressing against his hole, even through the jeans. Their taught material squashing you nose, bending it out of shape. Jamal text the group chat letting him know all was prepared for the recording, and the chat was filled with the 💨 emoji. He chuckled and then took their advice.

PPPPRRRBBTT

Fuck this felt good.

*

"Hello and welcome to all my alpha dogs, pack leaders, and kings, a.k.a listeners of Mans-Debate! Do we have a show for you today! But first I want to explain a new addition to the show. Now some of you may have seen the video that went up the other week where that pathetic beta cuck tried to come for us. You amazing guys out there let us know the shit he was saying - as we wouldn't have seen his crappy channel - and we just HAD to get him on the show to apologise.

When I tell you they couldn't be more thrilled to come on, practically begged us to do it in the end. Probably after a platform with an actual audience, not just some loonie alphabet mafia. Anyway, he's hear today to make amends for his crimes against men. What do you have to say to the listeners?"

"mmmhhmm MMMNNNVVVHHMMM!"

"You hear that fellas? He's sorry. That's a start, but I don't think he's nearly sorry enough, the traitor to his gender. Think he has to earn his way back in to our community. From the bottom up, quite literally. This guy is going to be the seat for me and the guys while we discuss today's topics for the next few hours.

Now you've heard us fart on the podcast guys, we're men, we're not ashamed of it. This studio stinks of all the past hosts and guest we've had on that have proudly let rip. But I'll admit it can get a bit toxic, so today Fart Face down there will take them all. Of course those of you on Patreon will be watching the video version of this and will really get to enjoy watching his punishment, see if you can tell when we release some SBDs. Maybe we'll do a competition for whoever guesses the correct number of farts.

Right, with all that said - pppprrrrrbbb - lets get on with the show!"

[imafagdevotedtomenfeet2]

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: @theplanetsocks

Arron looked down at his socks on his feet. This was about the tenth that Paul volunteered to be worn on his feet. It was strange the first time, but he had gotten used to it. He started to enjoy having his roommate as a pair of socks on occasion. There would be times that he would purposely not wash his socks so that he could ask Paul to be his socks for a ilttle bit until he washed his clothes. The cool part was that Paul didn't care how long he wore him at times. The longest he had worn him on his feet was for a full month. Even when changed back, Paul would not have a single complaint but would beg to do it again sometime.

"Paul, you are the best roommate, ever. So loyal to my feet. I definitely want to keep you around." Arron spoke down to his socks. This time he would go for two months for wearing him. Paul won't mind a two month vacation on his feet for sure. The guy was so addicted to his feet. He loved to worship them even when he wasn't a pair of socks. Many times he would offer to be his footrest, which he had never turned down the offer. He saw how happy Paul was being his perfect foot sub.

"Mmmm, love his feet....want to be on his feet more....worship his feet." Paul had the best roommate. He wasn't bothered by his foot fetish. Having a roommate that didn't mind you worshipping his feet was the best. Just being his socks made it even better. He just wondered how long he would be socks this time.

[feetfeet1992]

[anon-vester]

Please, could you write about transforming me as your underwear? My name is Alexandre.

[anon-vester]

Alexandre felt strange. The last thing he remembered was chatting it up with some good looking guy at the bar the previous night. He did remember drinking a lot, but that is where his memory draws a blur. He couldn't remember anything beyond the club. He tried to move, but wasn't able to move is body much, minus some small vibration. He tried to speak, but found he had no way to vocalize a single sound. All he manage to do was cause minor vibrations with his body and nothing else.

"Oh looks like my boy is finally awaake down there." Jay laughed, feeling his underwear vibrating.

Alexandre's view finally became clear. It was another guy's cock and balls up againts his face. The guy's cock was sort of stretching his face in the process. The voice the sounded familiar. It sounded just like the guy he had been chatting with at the bar. "What happened? Where am I?" He mentally questioned until he felt a hand rubbing the cock and balls in his face. He was literal underwear. He squirm and vibrated even more.

"Don't worry, my boy, you will get used to your new life. Let me help you." Jay said as he begin to stroke his cock under his underwear. The more he stroked the bigger it got. Soon, he released hot cum into his underwear with a moan. "Ah, there we go. I now let you taste your owner's cum. That should help calm you down." He laughed, knowing just what his cum would do. He had done this to so many guys already. Almost his entire underwear collection was some random drunk guy he lured back to his place for a one night stand, only to end up in his collection.

Alexandre felt his mind becoming foggy. "Why am I fighting this." He thought to himself. "I was meant to be his underwear." His thoughts flowed towards how his owner just treated him. He more he absorbed his owner's cum, the more he stop resisting. He was underwear and his owner loved him. "Mmmm, my owner's undewear at last." Were his last thought as all shreds of his humanity vanished. He was finally a dumb submissive underwear on his owner's body.

Jay smiled as his underwear stop vibrating and was still. "Well, another guy my cum just made into dumb underwear, this never ceases to be fun." He laughed as he continued to lay in bed.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: @mansock456

Frank had signed up for a temp job with the fire department for support staff. The position would requre him to support the on duty staff with whatever they needed.

"Hey, Frank, ger over her." Tanner said to him.

"How can I help," Frank asked him. Usually the guys at the station asked him to cook meals or get certain things for him. He was curious as to what this request would be.

"I need foot supoort for the remainer of my 24 hour shift. I hope you don't mind." Tanner said with a smirk on is face.

Frank knew Tanner just started his shift on twenty minutes ago. He wondered what he could mean by foot support. "Sure, what you need me to do for you?" He asked.

"First I need you to put your hands behind your back." Tanner told him. He watched as Frank did so. He took some rope and tied his wrist together tightly.

"What is this all about?" Frank asked, wondering why he was being tied up.

"You will see." Tanner said as he held up the shrink ray they had kept in the station. He pointed it at Frank and fired. He watched as the ray took affect on it's victim.

Frank saw his whole environment grow in size, including Tanner. He realize that his environment wasn't changing. It was him. He had shrunken down to size. He saw Tanner holding small strands of rope in his hand. Before he could respond, Tanner had scooped him up and presssed him up against his blacked socked foot. He took the rope and began to tie him to his foot. With his hands tied behind his back, he couldn't get free of the binds.

Tanner finished tieing Frank to his foot and then put his boots back on his feet. "This is foot support." He said as he continued to work at the station. Frank was an extra cushion for his foot on this 24 hour shift. He continued to walk with Frank trapped in his boot for the next several hours, enjoying the comfort from his foot cushion.

"Take me out, please!" Frank screamed, but his voice was muffled byt the insole he was pressed up against and all the boot he was trapped in. No one heard a single scream for help. The boot reeked of constant wear of it's owner. The insole was slightly worn. He saw why Frank had put him under his foot. He was literally foot support for the fireman. He then heard his nightmare come true. The alarm went off, which meant they were called to put out a fire. His day under Tanner's foot just got worse. He nearly thought he would die, but somehow, he was surviving, be it a painful survival. The constant crushing under his foot was so bad. He just wanted it to stop.

Sometime later, Tanner and the crew returned back to the station. His foot felt amazing. The extra cushion helped greatly while putting out that fire. When he finally got a break, he took his boots off to fill out his paperwork from the previous fire accident.

"Thanks Frank, you are a big help today. You really made my foot feel better in these boots." Tanner spoke down to the tiny man still tied to his foot.

"When are you taking me off your foot?" Frank asked. It had already been eight hours since he was tied to Tanner's foot.

"You know I have a three day shift here. I think you know when I will take you off." Tanner spoke with a smile on his face. "Just get used to it for now." He smirked, as he continued to fill out his report.

Frank could tell it was going to be a long three days on his tempt job as he was powerless under the fireman's foot.

[geekintofeet-deactivated2026040]

A living insole

Your friend Jason has the most stinky feet you ever smelled. When you took the courage to confess your foot fetish to him, asking him if you could rub and smell his feet he laughed a lot and said he could do something even better for you. He came back from another room and gave you a strange pill which can, according to him, turn you into the thing you wish last, with the effect lasting for 3 days. « Dude, you should wish to be 1 ft tall, a tiny man, at this size you really going to enjoy my feet hahaha ». You hesitate … after all Jason can be a bit crazy, who knows what he could do to you at this size…

« Bro, don’t worry, just wish you’re invincible too, so that at least if I crush you by mistake you’ll survive hahaha »

You hesitate but gets more convinced now… your horny mind takes over and you follow his idea.

The effect of the pill makes you faint. When you wake up, the first thing you smell is the smell of Jason’s feet hitting you like a truck. You realise where you are now… the dirty damp fabric… the faint leather smell… you are…in his…SHOE?! You hear the booming sound of steps. And you see him. Jason is gigantic. You are naked, tiny, in his shoe, with a raging boner you try to hide from him. He smirks.

He lifts his bare foot above the shoe: the smell is so strong, intoxicating. He presses his enormous toes on you. It’s just too much, even for you, you want to get out, it’s getting dangerous…

so you beg him… but he doesn’t seem to care.

« Jason please, turn me back! »

He replies with a smirk « oh there is no turning back, little Nick. Oh, and by the way …I lied about the three days limit, it’s your new size for the rest of your life now. Sorry hahaha… But at least you’re invincible so no worries »

He continues « Now, crawl to the middle of my shoe, you’re going to be my living insole for the day. »

[hornyraunchstories]

Pirates cold winter: Duty to the Captain

(Scat) (+18)

A pirate recruit gets involved in a twisted a debasing initiation ritual, and having to serve in the lowliest of ways. (Read the tags)

It was soon in the morning and David found himself as part of a pirate crew. As he mopped the floors of the swinging ship in which he was.

Without counting himself and the other recruits there were around 34 other men on this ship. He was the newest recruit, but not the only one.

He was tired.

As he passed around the deck of the ship, cleaning the aftermath of what happens when a group of men live in a closed area, just exacerbated by the lack of hygiene expected of a pirate crew, the hard labor, and the inherent mustiness of the sea. The clean water was valuable out in the sea, and most wouldn’t waste it in “cleaning” themselves.

Not that most seem to think of that as important. A point each one of his partners made when passing near him, the smell of days or even weeks old of sweat, pee and alcohol assaulting him.

Seriously, what is the point of preserving water if most drink themselves to a stupor every day? Alcohol flows literally more than water here. As evidenced by the unidentified stain he was trying to scrub. Possibly vomit or pee.

It was intense, but that’s what that living off alcohol, rations and seafood makes to one. At least he wasn’t cleaning the head of the ship (Poor Johnny) where the shitters are - And seriously it seems everyone’s got bad aiming - or worse, the captain’s “chambers”.

Usually the captain would impose some rules about drinking, but it was still the end of winter season which meant the sea was not only at its calmest, but also that trade and piracy was at its slowest.

Fortunately we were a very successful case of piracy.

As he continued to scrub, one of his crewmates called to him.

“Hey Scallywag! How ye doin’ ?” Jeff said, of course it was Jeff. I could sniff him a mile away.

Jeff was first mate, and It was his playful competence what made him both unpredictable and reliable, a real character. the fact he had a close relationship with the captain helped him too.

“Stop calling me Scallywag!” I yelled with irritation. Jeff was an asshole, not a bad asshole, but he always seemed to get a thrill out of molesting the recruits like me. “I have already been here for at least 3 months working my ass off and I have shown my worth! I am as part of this crew as anybody else “

“ Not ye~t” he sang, and for a moment a mischievous sadistic light took over his eyes. It was gone the next moment “ But tonight will be a party for you all scallywags to become REALLY part of the crew! a real initiation! and the captain told us you all shall go to rest now, HA! You will need it! “

“ Wait, so you’re telling me I should go to rest for the day? Heck yeah.”

“ Yeah, you should REALLY get some shuteye, clean up and MAYBE have a meal, the night will be WILD, the rest of your comrades are already being notified” He smirked.

“ Shall do then, thanks Jeff! “ I said, My mind raced at expecting some intense rituals but wasn’t that scared. And Jeff was being useful for once.

“ And don’t come upstairs until you are called!” He laughed.

I walked to the quarters under the deck, the eyes of a few crewmates darting to me as I did, smiling. Strange.

——

I saluted my crew on the quarters. A group of men around the early twenties.

There was Jhonatan or “Johnny”. And Charles, who was a real pain.

There were others, but he didn’t find them here yet.

We all have had done the same chores on rotation in addition to our “learning “ and had become sort-of close.

I saluted them, and then went to prepare, deciding to follow the suggestions Jeff gave me. Washing myself with a cloth and eating a little before going to rest.

The Quarters were in a mess and smelled funny as always, but I managed to zone out and get some shuteye.

——

Jeff barged into the quarters startling us all “Welp whelps it’s showtime! Come fast and let’s start this thing!” He screamed loudly and I heard muffled screams outside.

The party had started, a pirate crew isn’t exactly silent and as we walked into the main deck area that everyone starting making noise as they made a walkway to the center.

Whistles and screams filled the air, and then I and the rest of the “newbies” reached the center.

There was the captain. He was a hulking form of a man, tanned skin with wild hair and an untamed beard, bulging with muscles covered in fat, like a bodybuilder in bulk.

He looked at us, smirked, and then raised his voice.

“ Well hello little runts, you all have done great ‘till now but the moment of truth has come, to really join the crew and become a part of us! “

The pirates laughed loudly. And the captain got near to us, starting to walk around us like a shark.

“We have made many sort of initiations till now, but we have a little tradition around here. Let's call it” More laughs, there was a hilarity we didn’t get to know “And that's you doing something for us! A duty so to speak! To help us solve our problems! But many of us have things we oh so much would like to make you do, so we came up with a method to make ourselves happier”

The captain passed near me, closing in. I gulped, and fixed my stand and he exhaled a booming laugh; his breath was foul of alcohol and seafood and I had to hold myself from making a face.

“ So since you are more than usual, I decided to be generous and let the crew enjoy the right to some of you and vote about suggestions. Which Me and Jeff reviewed and wrote down on the papers in this hat.” One of the pirates handed the captain a hat with a few small pieces of paper inside. “In this hat lies your fate for the next week after which you will officially be a part of us! Real SeaMen!”

“Woohoo!”

“Yeah! “

“Heheheh”

“hahahah!”

Booming noise and cheering exploded around us and the captain let it simmer for a moment.

“So without keeping everyone’s balls blue anymore. Let’s start!“ he made a signal for us to come.

One by one we passed, each getting one paper out of the hat.

After we finished, the captain made us a sign and we opened them all at the same time.

My Paper read “Captain’s Service”.

I stared confused.

“ Ah, I see you are confused about the tasks given. Welp I guess I need to explain it” he laughed “Can the one with the ‘Captain’s service’ duty pass upfront so we can give a demonstration?” He gave us a signal.

I gulped and passed upfront.

As soon as I was next to him, the captain grabbed me in a headlock. So close to his pit, the captain’s smell assaulted me in waves. God, why hasn’t he taken a bath yet! He didn’t seem to care though as he started to bruise my hair with his other hand.

“Oh Lad, I’m going to have so much fun with you soon” He told me. Just as he continued, it seemed like he remembered something, as he stopped and called out “Hey Jeff, pass me the thing! The sooner the better!”

Jeff quickly rushed and passed the captain something; a small blue bottle with a red liquid inside. The captain quickly passed it to me, there was little liquid on it, like a shot.

“You’ll have to drink that lad, you can choose not to but I wouldn’t recommend it”.

I gulped the thing quickly. It tasted bitter and I made a face. The captain smiled.

“Poor guy!”

“No! I wanted that one!”

“Be kind captain! Or not!” Jeff joked.

Booming laughter and noise and many more reactions exploded. And soon the captain started to talk again.

“ You see lads, I found that this winter I have been experiencing some troubles due to the cold temperatures. I can’t shit without freezing my ass, not to think about my poor willie!” He moved his hips suggestively.

“So I came up with a solution, why freeze my underparts when there’s a perfectly good and warm toilet right here that I can use? And perfectly adjusted to human comfort too” He squeezed me harder.

Oh gahd. He was not suggesting… I felt a pit in my stomach as reality dawned on me. I couldn’t even hear the ruckus building on the back.

It must have reflected in my face, because the captain instantly turned to me with a wide grin. He released me from the headlock and manhandled me with both arms, his grip strong as iron as I was forced to look him in the eyes.

“So what do you say lad, the easy way or the hard way? I’m up for both and I don’t think you want the plank after so much time here, am I right?”

I shook my head.

“ Then kneel lad, I’m pissing myself and up for a demonstration” He laughed as he pushed my shoulders down, my knees giving up before I could caught myself. I stared up at him; he was grinning.

At waist eye level, I found watching the captain untying his belt. Slowly, ever so slowly - As if giving an expectable - humiliatingly I waited and as he finally pulled his pants just below the balls I stared at a humongous example of a cock. It was long, It was wide, it was hairy and it had a pungent smell of sweat and pee and cum.

It twitched.

“What are you waiting lad? Go down on it! I’m freezing!” He swinged his hips, dickslapping me in the face hard enough to leave my cheek tingling. A red mark surely on my face. “Lad, if you don’t go down on it by the time of three I will show you the hard way”

“One”

“Down on it! Down on it! Down on it!” The crew cheered

“Two” I stared at it, the warm smell hitting me in the face.

“Just do it David! You don’t want the Captain mad!”

“Down on it! Down on it!”

“Thre-“

Before he finished the sentence I was already opening my mouth, taking the monster inside of me - I felt it in slow motion - descending upon the captain’s cock as I opened my mouth and took it as deep as I could in a single motion.

“ Ahh~, good job, that sure hits a spot. But you can do better” He pushed my head down on him, as his still soft cock went down my throat and my nose buried under his hairy pelvis. I inhaled through my nose, his stench filling me inside and I swear I could taste it as he squeezed my hair “Good good”

“But still not what I want from you lad, I want you to open your mouth more and put my balls IN” he said, squeezing my jaw. I opened my mouth more and tried to get them in, but all I could achieve forcing myself to the limit was to get my tongue out.

I whimpered.

“Oh well, that’ll have to do. Keep your tongue out as much as you can so my balls can have a blanket okay? We’ll solve this problem soon enough”. I did as I was told. I had a big tongue and so after I got most of it out I unfortunately by luck managed to cover most of his musty balls.

“Finally” He said, he took a swig of a bottle someone had passed to him as if to remind me of my destiny, he then squared his footing, opening his legs and yanking me with his movement. He then took my hair pushing me in as he thrusted.

“Ah- Aaaah~” He sighed in relief. “This was a great idea”

A hot liquid started to flow in my mouth and throat, burning me. It was bitter and hot, as expected from someone who drank regularly, and its smell filled my nose and mouth; my breath was going to suffer. His dick started swelling, both from the pee and from the pleasure he clearly was enjoying by debasing me.

It was a long and generous piss, one of those which even the person peeing doesn’t know when it’s gonna end. Eventually it ended, but even as it did he didn’t just pull it out - no - he waited, getting comfortable and enjoying the feeling of my warm mouth around his dick on a winter night, as if I was just a tool meant to heat his cock.

“Suck the rest” he commanded, and soon I reluctantly sucked the remaining urine out of his urethra and chugged the last droplets of pee from his cock. “Convenient” he said and smiled at his own joke.

He finally got out, slapping me in the cheek two times with his dick as if to clean himself on me, again.

“You go lad! It wasn’t so hard was it?” He said as he raised his pants. The crowd cheered.

“ Are you crazy? And I have to do that for a week?!” I screamed, and as soon as it escaped my mouth I knew of my error. I went pale and inclined my head hoping for forgiveness.

It was silent for a single moment as I looked up.

He met my eyes and smiled, a sadist grin that promised nothing good.

“I was hoping you would ask” I gulped, the taste of the aftermath still in my mouth.

“No lad, you don’t have to do just that” He turned to the crew, his voice booming as he asked “Tell me boys, what else does a man do on the toilet?”

The crew responded. Cheering laughter, pity and thrill filling the crowd.

“Well it’s called shitter and not pisser for a reason Cap!”

“Well of course, shit!”

“Releasing the beast captain!”

“Takin’ a big ol’ crap of course”

Variants of this answer sounded all around, as his crew seemed to seal his destiny he couldn’t help but feel a pit deep into his stomach, already expecting what’s to come.

“Well you heard them didn’t you? I’ve been holding back for a while but since you seem so eager to do a full demonstration of your duties then that makes it all the easier!”

The pit in my stomach deepened. I whimpered quietly, no more than a squeak; that seemed to encourage him, as his smile widened and his eyes burned in a cruel light.

“You’re in for a ride lad, I haven’t been able to take a crap in days with this cold” He paused, and the pirates laughed, finding drunken amusement in the suffering. “Can someone pass us some rags for the boy to lie down?”

Someone rushed down and quickly threw a blanket made of rags, it was dirty - dirtier than usual - with stains and a strong smell of fermented sweat.

“Perfect! Now lie down, take off your shirt and put it behind your head boy, I want direct contact for maximum heat and comfort and I won’t have you getting a pillow dirty” I looked up at him, and at his huge size.

I took off my shirt, and then my pants and the rest of my clothes leaving me only in my stained white underwear. I expected I would need the extra support.

“ That’s the attitude!” The captain said as I laid down. “Now’s my turn”

The captain squatted in front of my face, pulling down the back of his pants to reveal the underwear he was wearing.

“I did you a favor before, but it’s your duty after all so you take it off” I leaned, raising my hands as he slapped them away “With your teeth” he threatened.

Straining myself, practically doing a push up to reach the dirty briefs with my mouth and using my teeth to catch them. As I bit down on them, an acrid taste entered my mouth. I tried to pull them down in one go but to no avail. I went up again, feeling the heat on my face as I tried and failed. His unwashed underwear was between my teeth as his big buttocks impeded the tight briefs from going down and I wondered If he chose them for this exact reason.

I had to get closer, pushing my face against his ass and I felt a slimy substance sticking to my face. ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it’. Up and down I rubbed against his ass, changing position to reveal his crack and ass. My nose rubbed against his crack many times as I had to be close to it to find purchase. I was notified with a yank when my job was done.

“ Good good, now lie down and stick out your tongue!” The captain said.

I lied down and soon his newly revealed ass covered my whole vision. It was hairy and I could feel his heat increase as he descended, the smell was intense and I thought I could see rests of shit forming clumps in his asshair. Soon he took seat.

He moved around, humping my face until my tongue was in direct contact with his anus.

“Now lick it, I want to relax” he commanded.

I refused, I couldn’t. The smell was already bad and I couldn’t imagine how bad it would taste.

“I said lick it lad!” He moved across my face, putting more weight into me and pressing me against the floor. “If you think this is bad lad then you don’t know what’s coming, defy me for a single moment and I’ll make sure every one of the marines take a turn on you AFTER I finish”

I made a pathetic sound and I reluctantly stuck my tongue out, and started licking. As soon as I did, a booming fart boomed on my face, burning my tongue and making me lightheaded. I trashed about instinctively but he didn’t budge, his weight pressing me to the floor.

“Bahahaha! That was a good one, but I’m not satisfied with this anymore lad. You should be thankful you were assigned to me. And so to show your eagerness you will stick your tongue in, helping me directly to loose up my insides so I can take a good shit, and don’t even think about sticking it out for any reason unless I say so”

I cried a little as I stuck my tongue into his asshole, the taste was horrid and the smell was already ínstense from shit and sweat.

“Ahh that feels good lad, now I can finally focus on my business. How hard was it to behave as a good ass heater eh? Now maintain those lips sealed good” He laughed, joined by the rest of the pirates.

Soon the onslaught began.

I felt his ass tighten against my tongue and the loosen as the first fart came. It filled my cheeks and came out of my nose as I tasted the smell of something that must’ve been building for a while.

He wasn’t lying when he said he hadn’t crapped in a while.

“THPPTPHTPHPHHPH”

“Prrrprrt”

“Frrt”

It continued, hot farts vibrating against my tongue and burning my mouth.

“Pfft” the putrid smell of the silent fart filled me, and I was filled with nausea - but even then the gagging didn’t come - soon something touched my tongue.

“Ungh “ the Captain grunted, “Pull your tongue out, and put it underneath my hole as a bridge lad, I know you have those lips sealed but I can feel this is a big one and I don’t want any mess” he said struggling.

Soon enough my tongue was placed under his convulsing asshole.

“Ungh, ghg. Grrngh.” I felt his weight descend on my head, pressing my face as his cheeks expanded and contracted with effort. “ Prepare yourself lad! I can’t stop now!”

I Inhaled deeply, the putrid air filling me, and with a last fart as warning as he pushed and a giant turd monster came out.

The captain grunted.

It was huge, and after a short moment it was already filling my mouth as my lips stretched to try and fit it in. It slipped through my tongue and directly into my throat, a taste bitter and putrid like no other filling me.

It was acrid and salty, and nausea filled me again as it filled me; and it did. There was no place in my mouth empty as the slimy yet firm turd slided down me. It was as if I was nothing but a pipe for the thing to pass through.

I thrashed about my legs, twitching as it filled my throat and I found my hands finding purchase on the captain’s gigantic legs as I panicked.

“Ggh, It’s a giant! I’m sorry son It seems my genius surpassed me! I planned to give you some time to chew but this is a monster! You’ll have to take it in one go! I’ll try to make it fast but *pffft* Ungh, this will be a hard one!” He pushed, his glutes every movement pressuring against my head.

The log continued to come, sliding down my tongue and into my throat, scraping against my mouth. It was the kind of shit that clogged a toilet and now I was on the lowest end of the deal.

“Ungh, fuck” the captain cursed, he leaned down, grabbed my arms and pulled. Hard. “Ugh!”

“Mmh! Mmm!” I tried to make a sound but found myself choked. He pulled harder, as if he was trying to close the distance between my mouth and whatever he had inside of him.

“Pfft” “Prppt” farts inflated my cheeks and more shit came out.

“Argh! The captain pulled my arms. Using me as a support point so he could push harder his log into my mouth.

My arms hurt, my mouth hurt, and my throat ached. It was the most grueling humiliating experience I’ve ever had.

I was lightheaded. Time had passed and I didn’t know how I had survived so much without air as the giant shit I struggled to swallow continued almost descending on its own.

But with a final tug on my arms I thought would pull them out of their sockets. The other end of the turd came.

“Arrgh!”

“PRpptpt” A fart and a small amount of runny shit entered my mouth.

“ Haa Haa haa… that was hard” Panting above me, the captain’s grip relaxed, seemingly relieved. He leaned back crushing my head as if forgetting I was there. Then seemingly remembering me he spoke “Oh, chew that for now, I’ll stay here”

I chewed and swallowed, now truly tasting the awful shit I had just been subjected to but wanting nothing more than to finally end the ordeal.

“That had to be one of the biggest I’ve had, shame I can’t really see it” he rambled.

As I finished, the Captain spoke to me once more.

“Lick me clean boy” he said tired. I did as I was told, the surface of my tongue felt every single hair and clump as I did, the lump of muscle palpitating. “Ohh, that feels good boy, you can’t imagine how hard that was.”

For real? He makes me pass through all that and the first thing he thinks is about how much he suffered?!

He stopped, thinking “Once you finish, continue massaging my anus, it really aches after that whole ordeal, you get me right?”

“Mmmm!” I cried, trying to protest.

“Great! your face is comfortably warm lad and I really have to catch my breath and relax after that”

his stomach grumbled

“Prrpttpt” a wet fart assaulted me, my face bouncing but I fought through it and continued cleaning.

“Don’t forget to stick it in boy” I inserted my tongue to clean his hole from the inside. His intestines pulsing.

Minutes passed, and after a time that seemed to extend without end and a few more silent farts the captain finally stood up.

Pulling up his pants he stared at me. My face was hot and red, humid from sweat that wasn’t just mine. I reeked.

“Stand up and go to my quarters and rest boy, this was a great demonstration of your duties. But there are still 6 days left and I want you available at all times, I’ll finish giving the others their tasks for now”

I slowly stood up, and the captain clapped my back.

The crew cheered. They laughed and thrashed about.

I walked, shamefully, to the captain quarters.

Just before entering I looked back.

Wondering

Which will be their duties?

[writinggross]

Punishment (HEAVY SCAT)

(Contains: M/M, face and mouth farting, urination/urine-drinking, cum-drinking, humiliation, parent-child power dynamic, non-sexual (to the characters) incest, toilet licking, scat and scat-eating. Teen characters are 18-years-old.)

Adrian’s vision shook with every beat of his heart. His leg bounced in time with it, even when he used both hands to hold it still. Bile clawed up his throat and filled his mouth with an acrid taste.

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Punishment (The Sequel - Pt.1 )

A fan made sequel for one of my favorites @writinggross stories that left me wanting more. Decided to divide it and post into two parts because I got a little carried away. Same content warnings as the original.

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[tparker48]

Request for Ayosus

I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.

Ben’s restraints rattled, grinding against the waist of his robust neighbor, Pabo. The sphincter in front of him nipped at his nose. Its smell was putrid, puffs of heat fuming from its lips like ghastly fumes of a volcanic vent.

The day started as a light conversation between him and the boys. Harvest season was around the corner, and they needed all the hands they could get. They tried getting Pabo to help with the fields, but there was an upset. During one of their suppers, the guy ate something that didn’t agree with his stomach, bringing him out of commission.

 Recalled from the Misses it was just gas, but he refused to do any work until it was settled. Him and the boys  gathered in the cabins to discuss ways to tend to the harvest. None of them had the skills to gather crops, least not compared to the speed of Pabo. So Ben pitched in the idea of helping Pabo get better, to which they agreed. What a mistake that was.  The second he knew they shrank him to the size of a mouse, presenting him as a ‘special medicine’ to help Pabo. 

Ben grimaced at the thought. When I pitched in we should help, I didn’t mean tie me to a jockstrap!

The hole ruptured again, rattling Ben’s body like thunder.  light punched from a small slit between the ample mounds. The smooth lining of the man swayed from side to side, his brown shirt waving behind him like a cape.

“Don’t go to far now, Pabo!” A feminine voice said in the distance. “I’ll need you in the kitchen to prepare supper.”

“I’ll be there in jiff, darlin’!” Pabo said.  “Just got some business to tend to first.”

Wooden creaks echoed outside, palms slipping the blue jeans over the waistband. A burning sensation plagued his limbs as the mounds parted. They were perched upon a wooden fence, a cornfield stretching to a nearby hill. 

“Finally some peace and quiet.” The farmer sighed. He fondled a finger along his meaty crack, scratching dandruff that stuck to hide like dimples. He pressed against Ben’s shoulder blades, fondling his sides. “Those boys next door really have an odd taste in clothing. Don't know how this doll’s supposed to help me.”

Ghastly heat rushed from his anus. Its foul smell flowed into Ben like a turret, forcing tears from his eyes. His lungs wanted to scream, but he held it back. If Pabo found out that the supposed doll he received was a person he’d freak. He’d never help with harvest again.

Ben flared his nose through the small gap between the left cheek, breathing the pungent air. Pabo’s touch pressed against his head, Burying him into the orifice’s supple kiss. It’s for the farm! It’s for the farm!

For minutes he was bound in this position, staring into the eye of his neighbor’s pucker. The tender muscle cradled his face like a pillow. Thank god for that, his limbs were practically aching as Pabo shifted around. He was already getting nausea from the farts, a headache to go with would be overkill. Ben braced himself as warm air hissed passed his ear, whistling to the outside.

The farmer’s touch shifted along Ben’s back, teetering over his spine. “Huh? Where’s the switch?”

Ben blinked. Switch? Why on earth would he think there’s a switch on a doll?

He tried to ignore the claim, but to avail. The once curious now turned to pinches, nipping at his body like fish nibbling on a wet piece of bread. He gritted his teeth as fingers compressed his left cheek, pulling it apart

Pabo pressed his finger against Ben’s pucker. “Am I supposed to put in batteries to make this damn thing work?” 

Pabo jabbed against Ben’s hole, forcing the small man to bend as he brushed against the farmer’s taint. For fuck sake, fine!

Upon the second jab Ben wriggled his restraints, humping himself against the tender wall before him. Ben grimaced at the act. He was supposed to be in the fields, plucking vegetables, tending to the horses. And yet he’s stuck here, forced to play the act of a fucking wind up doll. He humped himself against the tender pucker, and the farmer moaned.

The wooden fence creaked as Pabo shimmied his weight, his plump backside dipping to the soiled ground before aiming at the sky. Moist droplets burst from the farmer’s hole like shot gun shells, pattering Ben's face. Its sewery smell soaked into his skin, causing him to scrunch. He wriggled himself to adjust, but it only turned to fuel as Pabo moaned more.

Ben braced himself as more flatulence rushed out. At least the ploy was working. The farmer’s explosions were more prominent than when they were minutes ago. Keeping at the pace that he’s going, Pabo wouldn’t have much left to spew. I just hope my nose will still be able to smell stuff after all is done!

Bubbled gurgles rattled the muscular bed, Pabo’s finger forcing Ben deeper into its gummy maw. “Grgh! Just like that…” Pabo shuttered between breaths. “Almost…there.”

Ben gritted beneath the finger’s weight. His hips slid from the farmer’s pucker and toward his taint. It cradled over his cock like a blanket, a steady pulse causing the soft layer to stiffen around his shaft. Ben scrunched his face. Looks like Pabo’s bowels weren’t the only thing about to explode. But maybe I can use that.

Between humps Ben pinched his legs around the soft tissue. The farmer’s body stiffened, the hard wood brushing against his legs. Ben jerked back, before hugging himself closer. Don’t think too much about it, just think of it like milking a cow. A very big, beefy cow!

The bubbled contents within Pabo increased, until he finally erupted. It was popping a tear of a balloon, gas rushing out of the hole in watery spurts. The back sack of the farmer’s balls rippled, nestling against his taint. 

“Hah..hah..that’s the ticket..” Pabo huffed, fondling his balls.

A wad of gunk dripped upon Ben’s feet, and he grimaced. Finally.

“I’ll have to thank the boy for this wonderful thing when I see em’.” Pabo said, a rumble echoing from his stomach. “Huh, that time already. I’d best help with supper if I want some grub.”

With ragged breaths, the farmer slid from the fence, hoisting his jeans over his waist. The pungent smell of flatulence swirled between his cheeks as they closed around Ben. It humidified the space, causing the plump mounds of flesh to rub against him with each step. Ben stared at the quivering pucker that squashed and compressed. Being trapped in this tight space was aggravating, but at least he got the job done.

After an endless night of jiggling between their neighbor’s ass, the harvesting arrived.

 Pabo was up bright and early, wearing Ben Beneath thick work jeans. For most of the day he spent squashed under the farmer as he rode a tractor through the fields. At least he thought it was fields. His body spooned against his rump, catching the sweat that dripped between the ample crack.

After countless hours of riding, the deed was done, Pabo meeting with the boys. 

“A fine job you boys did.” Pabo said, tossing Ben over to them. “That there doll’s a real treat, cleaned me out real good.”

The boy’s said their gratitudes, before the farmer parted for his house. They released the straps from Ben’s limbs. Returning him to his size.

Ben wiped grime from his hair, rubbing his wrists. “You better give me a raise for the shit I’ve been through. Right after I take a long shower.”