Scatastic

Filthy kinky slut 🐷💩🍑💨 minors DNI

[pumpkingas]

LOVE a man with a fat ass. I genuinely lose all sense of control around them. If a guy with a goddamn shelf told me to get on my knees and start eating I would do so in an instant, I don't care where we are, or who they are. A squishy sweaty ass that's bigger than my entire head...

[transguyhounddog]

Need someone to bully me into sniffing their farts ASAP

[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.

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*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.

[hushsubtlefury]

Your friend's dad who always has the worst gas, but for some odd reason always farts around you. It's even worse if the two of you are in an enclosed space.

Imagine

He's driving you home, and unfortunately for you he had chili. He refuses to roll the windows down as he continues to stink up the car.

"You're the only one who appreciates my natural gas." He groans as he lets out a wet fart against his leather seat, warming it up.

You glance at him. "What are you talking about?" You cover your nose. He suddenly parks the car at a quiet gas station, he makes no effort to move.

"You think I haven't noticed? You're always staring at my ass. Practically drooling."

The feeling of embarrassment enters your bones but before the feeling could get any higher, he shoves your head to his crotch area.

"This is what you wanted, huh?"

You could just smell the fibers from his farts, you bit back a moan. He farted right in your face, his hand on your neck forced you to go deeper.

[boyhuffer-deactivated20251119]

more men should start wearing skirts so it's easier for them to shove me into their ass when they need to fart. i need easier access to their gross holes.

[grossandscared]

Make the bathroom off limits to puppies and then don’t stop making me drink and feeding me fiber loaded food meant to build a big mushy mess and wait until I’m begging before you pass me the smallest puppy pad you could find, say either I go like a good puppy on the pad or fill my underwear like a naughty puppy, but either way I’m going in front of u and ur camera

[sckfrk]

unfortunately i will always be weak for someone who is just SUCH a nuisance about farting. yes, cut me off mid sentence. cropdust me on purpose. fan it at me. tell me to pull your finger. let out a silent one and then ask ‘do you smell something?’. tilt your hips and aim it at me if i’m sitting next to you. roll the windows up and let it rip. do it while we’re eating. do it in public. do it in a place where i can’t get away from you. do it during sex. be totally unashamed and obnoxious.

[str8brostink]

[femmefoxhotbox]

pup play but im just sniffing your ass the whole time

[scatastic69]

The Builder's Shit

Had building work done at my house today, which meant big, hot, burly construction workers. This builder, built like a bear and as hairy as one too, knocks at my door to say he's here to start work, and asks to use my loo.

One of the best part's of my house's layout, is that my room is right next to the toilet, so I heard everything! The desperate farts as he unbuckled his belt, the splatter of his mud slides hitting the water, his sighs of relief as his hole opened to relieve the pressure he had obviously been building up all morning. I could barely contain myself for the whole time he was in there. I wondered what would have happened had I made him wait another second at the door. I almost wish I had.

The strange (and best) part was that though I could hear him doing what came naturally, I didn't hear him flush before he came out.

"Thanks bud," he shouts into my room, "Maybe give it a few minutes, if I were you." He winked almost knowingly.

"Better out than in I always say." I winked back, trying to hint my pleasure to lend him my loo.

"Yeah," he laughed back, "Tell you what, I fucking needed that. Had been holding that monster in for like an hour. Glad I took my own van in today, could shoot out a couple farts to relieve pressure."

"Don't worry mate, I'm no prude." I reassured him, letting out my own fart to bond with him. "Toilet's there if you need it again."

"Be careful what you wish for!" he winked again, as he walked out to get to work.

I went to go myself after a couple minutes, having a bit of the bubble guts. I opened the lid and was greeted to the monster dump he took just then. The smell overpowered me. I wanted to savour that moment but needed to release, and I didn't want to use my diaper in case I misread the situation. So I let it all out in the porcelain, and "forgot" to flush.

A couple hours later, the builder came back to say the work was done, and asked to use the toilet again. Another round of farts and plops, though it sounded a lot more solid than last time. When he finished, he came out and exclaimed:

"I guess no-one taught you if it's brown, flush it down!" he bellowed. I turned red, having thought I misread his intentions. "You know, for a skinny guy, you shit big! I'm guessing it won't be long til I'm back to fix your plumbing!"

Seeing I had turned red, he cut another loud, bassy fart to cut the tension. "Don't worry mate, I'd wanna show off a hall of fame shit like that if I produced that! I'll leave you too it. Here's my number if you need any more work done."

When he left, I went into the toilet and saw he had let it mellow once again. When the invoice came through, I fully well made sure to leave a massive tip.

Any builders out there that want to "test my plumbing", send me a quote ;)

[scatastic69]

Senior Executive Toilet

"Thanks for coming to see me this morning. As you know, our company is going through restructure, and unfortunately your current role is no longer needed. However, there is an exciting new position that I think you should apply for: Senior Executive Toilet.

Now I've received many a complaint about the state I've been leaving the bathrooms in - you know, I can't help that these cheap porcelain thrones can't handle my beast-y dumps. So I figured, it would certainly save us on all the emergency plumbers we've had to fork out for this year. Not to mention all that money we could save on TP.

To start with you'd just be reporting to me, but once you're fully trained, you will be arranging waste management for the entire senior management team. We can't have you taking breaks during work hours in case of... emergencies, but as your new uniform will consist of a pair of pampers and nothing else, I think you'll cope.

Now then, shall we start the interview?" 💩🚽

[godslittlechewtoy]

had kind of a difficult week so I need a guy using my face as a chair and letting out rank bubbly farts while he pays me no mind

[worship-my-ass012]

End your week by coming home and letting my sit on your face and gas you out all weekend