The Tooterer: Thick Relations
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTIANS FART FETISHISM, FART DOMINATION, AND POOP FETISHISM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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I had a lot of firsts broken with The Tooterer. I used to be a virgin. She broke that. I never have showered with the opposite sex. She broke that as well. Most importantly, I NEVER thought I would get into something outrageous like fart fetishism. She had definitley broke that!

Maybe it was her body, I thought, standing next to her in the shower. She was a former pornstar so that definitley helped. Thick boobs, light brown skit, and one bodacious butt. I helped her soap off, idling my hands around her buttcheeks. They were so mesmerising...so was the sound they emitted. FRRRAAAPPPPPTTTTTT. The Tooterer turned towards me and giggled, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Sniff,” she commanded playfully. That used to be an order...now it was a heartfelt request.

BBBRRRUUUMMMMPPPTTTSSSSS! Another meaty, wet fart escaped her backside. I bent down to smell the remains. I loved her wet farts even better than her dry ones. The soap gave it an ironic sexiness to the shit-stained aroma. I knew we had done it 15 minutes ago. However, that was The Tooterers power. Just one trumpet sound and I was panting like a stray dog, eager to be fed. She playfully bent over and we fucked again in the shower.

An hour later I was kissing her goodbye. She stopped halfway out the door. “You won’t run out the porch steps the moment I head out for class, will you David? I trust you, you know.” She put her hand on my shoulder in a way that used to give me shivers when I was her slave. I pulled her in closer; it looked funny, what with her being almost a head and a half taller than me. “You are my fart queen, Ms. Gaze. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I said. She smiled then headed out the door. She bent over and gave me one last toot. BBBRRAAAPPP! “It said goodbye David, hahahah!” I laughed as she headed toward her car. Baked beans and milk...her favorite. It became my favorite too.

I was pretty bored waiting around her house. I did everything to remind myself of her. I smelled her shit stained panties, cleaned her toilets, I even wiped off her horrendess gas masks she used to don on me. Eventually, I found some of her videos on her laptop. I wasn’t horny, but I decided to scower some of her videos. Just the sound of her voice set my heart ablaze...among other sounds.

The Tooterer, or Ms. Gaze to her classmates, was a remarkable woman. Part time teacher by day, Fart domination pornstar by night. She could do things with her ass that weren’t even human. I was currently watching her dominate a kid. Every time he spoke out in protest, she let out a short PRRRAAAPP in his face. “but Ms. Gaze, I-” BBRRAAPP! “I can’t-!” PPRRRAAPP! “Please don’t!” BBBRRAAPP! It was actually quite comical watching that kid try to speak over her. I’m sure he didn’t think of it that way though. I geuss some people don’t appreciate Ms. Gaze’s talents like me. She ended the video with a 30 second pantsblaster. BBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! The kid was out in 20 seconds. Amazing.

I looked down and saw my boner growing. Two fucks in a day and she still turned me on! What a lady! I took a glance back at the video. The Tooterer stepped off the kid to reveal his face. It was someone familiar....my friend Timmy.

We had both been captured by The Tooterer about a month ago. I looked at the date on the video. She had made it yesterday. A couple related videos showed up next to it. Poor Tim. The Tooterer face blasts Timmy. The Tooterer make Timmy her bitch. Timmy eats a buttload of The Tooterer. Jeez, just by the video frames I could tell that Timmy had it rough. I summoned the courage to watch some of the videos...I had never done stuff that extreme. I shut off the computer and looked around the house.

Another half hour. That’s how long it took me to find Timmy. He was down in The Tooterers basement, in a jail cell. I had never seen a kid so disfigured. His face was two shades browner than his whole body and I could smell him from the stairs. Here I was with a fresh shower.

We reunited quickly, hoping that The Tooterer wouldn’t come home earlier. “It gets worse man, she’s only using you!” Timmy said. “She loves you for about two days. Then she gets you into the ‘freaky stuff’. Next thing you know, you take baths under her butt while she waterboards you under a foot of water! You come up for air and her ass is just waiting for you!” I had to shake him so he would stop shaking himself. “Look, Timmy, it’s okay! I can handle her man! Me and her got really tight!” Timmy looked up at me in vain. “You fucked her in the ass, didn’t you?! That’s the plan David! She wants you to gape her so she can fart even harder!” I had to admit, the thought never crossed my mind.

Maybe it was craziness, but I didn’t go with Timmy. I wanted to work things out with The Tooterer. “She’s going to kill you David, mark my words!” I pleaded into Tim’s eyes. “Look man, just please don’t tell anyone...this is...well, my only chance for a relationship! She’s a former pornstar!” Tim didn’t say anything. He just shook his head and ran out the door.
I waited on the bed for The Tooterer. She came home, exhausted from teaching as always. Maybe a little pre-mature butt play would cheer her up! She undressed and sat in her fart chair. I sat on her lap like a cute kitten. To my surprise, she seemed less than amused. “David, in case you have forgotten, The Tooterer goes on top.” There was a strange coldness in her voice. “No worries, my love! I know where you want me.” I got underneath her bottomless chair and planted my face in her ass. So goreous, so plump. I spread her cheeks and licked her butthole. I had a tiny revelation...Timmy was right, it was growing in size. It was also expanding...wait.

Before I knew it, a monstorous fart blew into my mouth. BBBBRRRRAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTT! That was a strong one! Even I wondered what The Tooterer had eaten! My mouth was kept open as something worse happened.

Inch by inch, a log steamrolled out her ass. She showed no mercy, no hesitation. She didn’t even grunt in recognition. “Mrs. gaysrse! waaiirrghhhtt!” I pleaded. I couldn’t speak with my mouth full of shit. She took it upon herself to speak for me. “I watched the security footage from my I-pad. You released Timmy from his cell. You really should’nt have done that David.” I turned back to fear mode. She was upset, in spirtit and in stomach...The Tooterer I was used to was back.

The Tooterer pinched the turd off with a schlop in my mouth. “I’ll let you finish that turd David. You and me are going to have a nice little chance once you cleared yourself of that potty mouth.” The Tooterer sat down on my face. BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAARRRRRPPPPPTTTT! “Now get chewing, hon.” She chided.