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Confinement: The Bitch Hunt WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND ANAL VORE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. PART 1 BLLLRRRRRR! Danielle’s silent little toot didn’t disgust me in the least. How could it? I’d spent almost a year teleporting against women’s asses, forced to endure fart and shit torture at their heedlessness. Even Danielle’s ass, mind you, I had to take direct farts to the face from, only the size of a carrot stick. But I’ve always found Danielle’s cute, even her accidental nastier side. Still, I had no idea why I was slowly inching underneath the covers towards her bum. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPLLAARRBBBLLBBBLLPOOTTTTSSSS! For a full 10 seconds, Caitlyn’s hairy, moist asshole pummeled me into Danielle’s windowsill. I could feel the vibrations bubbling into my skull, rousing me instantly awake. Even before she grunted in relief, I knew it was her; the smell made me gag and around the circumference of the horizon I saw her white cheeks tense for another fart. “Wait!...oh God, stop!” I yelled. “Ah, finally, it’s you!” said Caitlyn. “Oh, hold on-oh, too late to stop this…”. BBRRRLLTTOT! FFLLBBOOTT! PLLLLPPPPPPPPPP! The three farts rang in succession and I felt my head whirl as her butthole bounced me along to the beat. Through the overall general smell I could taste the fast food runs Caitlyn was so known for. Lots of taco meat, drilled into my membrane. “Caitlyn, what the fuc-HEY!” Before I knew it, I was being pushed into her asshole with a finger. I heard her apologize through her thick booty walls. “Sorry, shhh, quiet! I’m sorry, Matty!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I slithered out Caitlin's butthole onto the glass floor- a jar. “Uhhh god, I can’t believe this,” I heard her mutter. I awoke to the fresh horror of her slimy shit laying at my side. “No...NO!” I cried. The smell was atrocious and only getting worse as the slimy log fettered out like a play-doh waterfall. So this was how I was to die; she’d fill me to the brim with her own shit. She’d been watching me all along, growing jealous of Danielle and thought if she couldn’t have me, no one could. FFTTRRT! Or so I thought. Just then, her asshole sliced the shit like a knife. A sizeable junk was still in the jar...but not enough to bury me, just severely irritate. I watched her set the jar on a sink next to a toilet. Ah, her bathroom! She took her place on the porcelain throne, eyes on me. “Please, Danielle, er I mean Caitlyn!” I pleaded...I geuss poorly, judging by that start. She sighed, and plucked me out of the bottle. “Ok fine, but you need to smell my shit somehow,” she said. I was placed on the back seat of the toilet lid; she granted me full view of the inside of the toilet bowl, her ass leaving a sliver open. FFFLLLRRRPPAABBBSSSSHHHTTTTT! The floodgates had opened, far worse than anything I was enduring in that jar. The splashing continued in droves and as I gazed at the top of her asshole, every aspect of the Goddess nature and potential soon came rushing back. I bent low...lucky there was a toilet there, because I puked my brains out. Caitlyn held me by a finger, making sure I didn’t fall in. “Yeah, that’s what five fast food places at once will do to you...and I geuss me.” She grunted, finishing for a final, earth shattering shart. BBLLTTASSTTPPHTTTT! We spent a few minutes still sitting there. Caitlyn spent a few minutes farting, making sure she had gotten everything out, where as I covered my nose and pretended she still wasn’t farting. “Will you tell me...what the fuck...is going on?!” I said. “This isn’t cute, or whatever Caitlyn! I feel sick! This is something Cassandra would have done to me.” “I know! Which is why I had to do it!” BBLLRRAAPPBBTT! Her tone was harsh, as nasty as her farts; something was definitely going on here. “I’m sure you noticed that she isn’t in my asshole being punished, right?” Oh shit, that’s right! Cassandra was shrunk to tiny sized, being farped and taught how to be a proper Goddess...like that bitch deserves it. “Well no, I geuss. Speaking of, how did you farp me down to this size? I thought you removed the Goddess Curse?” I asked. She sighed. “I lied. You can’t remove the curse, only pass the owner powers onto a new Goddess. You're mine, Matt. You’re marked for life.” PPTTOORRRAATTTT! Her fart shot the still sitting feces smell into my face and I felt nauseous again. She was going to make me her slave, wasn’t sh- “But I don’t want you to be! I’m only doing this so Cassandra doesn't get you!” I sighed, the puke settling down to my stomach. Caitlyn moved me to the top of the toilet seat, wiped thoroughly, and flushed. The room could definitley use a candle, but I felt better already. “Look I- Cassandra almost killed you the last time we met. I can’t let that happen again.” she said. “Well, that brings me to my question; how did Cassandra get loose?” I asked “I thought nothing slips past a Giantess booty.” PPLLRROOAALLBBTTTT! I gagged as the noxious smell hit me full force. It seems that Caitlyn didn’t wipe all too well. “Sorry, but you know how Cassandra is,” she continued, still keeping her reeking, leaking hole in front of me. “Any sane Goddess would own up to their shit and take the punishment. But Cassandra’s a nut job. You know she’s gunna find a way to grow normal size and find a way to farp you back up her hole. Unless we get to that stupid little bitch first.” BBBBBRRLLAAFFTTT! “Sorry,”. As the noxious greasy smell cleared, I had clarity sink into me. She was right; Cassandra would do anything to get revenge on me, the power hungry cunt Goddess she was. “Ok… so what’s the plan?” I asked. Caitlyn spread her asscheeks, now bending and flexing so her butthole presented itself directly in front of me. I was unnerved at the highest level of uncomfort. “Get in,” she said. “We’re going on a bitch hunt!” I looked at Danielle’s note one last time before leaving it on the table. It explained everything; my sudden internship I forgot I had to go to, how much I’d miss her and text her and everything. Every inch of me wanted to crawl back in bed and watched her sleep. She looked so pretty with her cute freckled face and blonde hair. TAP TAP. I turned, to see Caitlyn pull her pants and press her spread cheeks against the window. Her ass pimples and taint hairs changed the mood completely. Bbrrllllloobppptttttt! The fart gently tapped on the windowsill; with my powers, I could hear it roar outside and smell the dairy, milkshake taste. I took a long breath and sighed; I gradually embraced the warm, smelly fart and felt myself farp against her butthole. My regular sized body safely followed us out to the car for the beginning of the Bitch Hunt.
PART 2 I felt a familiar tingle in my spine as Caitlyn ripped ass on her leather car seat. FFTTLLLRRRLLBBPPTTT! Bubbly and wet as always, striking fear into little cursed tinies like me, from a Goddess like her. I sighed, also breathing in the fart and all the other farts that were hotboxed throughout the car. I was susceptible to being farped, shrank and transported against her butthole with every breath of her methane. I was fortunate that Caitlyn was a gentler giant than Cassandra- FFPPOOORRLLBBTTT!- at least, in practice, than in form. “Hey, hand me some more fries...oh wait, just give me the bag.” she said, rising slightly off her seat. I looked downwards after handing her both items; she was naked downwards. Her plump, untrimmed ass was displayed with no shame as I angled the bag underneath her mighty booty. God, I know I was in a relationship with Danielle, but there was something about Caitlyn that got me off as well. She had a booty thicker than a M60. There was silence in the drive,(save for Caitlyn’s booty rumbles). She spoke an hour later, very gently. “Look, Matt, you know I care about you right? That’s why I’m doing this. You and I are going to the Council of Goddesses and we’re gunna see that bitch Cassandra never sees the light of day. Literally.” FBBBBAAARRRTTTTT! Caitlyn closed her eyes and I could see her sinister side as she imagined Cassandra wriggling in her asshole. God, I really didn’t like to see her like this. We shared awkward eye contact when she was done. “Sorry. So how are you and Danielle doing?” she asked. “I, really don’t want to talk about it,” I said. And I really didn’t, but she wasn’t having it. “Oh come on, you think I care who you're fucking? I’m your Goddess, not your mom.” BBBRRLLAABBPPTTT! I looked over to see her intentionally, pointing her asscheeks my way; classic her. She giggled. “What, do I do it better?” “Farting or fucking?” “Both, I guess.” God, why was I engaging her. “Well, I geuss you do farting better. Although by better, I mean more disgusting so that’s not really-” BBFFTTAARRPPBBPPRTTT! She smirked at me as the fart roared; it shook her cheeks like an earthquake. “...a compliment. She’s better at fucking though, no question.” “Oh I bet,” she said unenthused. My turn to poke fun! “Jealous?” “You wish! You saw my good side that one night we did it. I don’t care how long you two date, she can’t compete with the meat!” A hearty slap on her booty followed another bowel busting toot. God, I had to stop this conversation before I passed out. “Caitlyn, by the way, please don’t...you know, interfere. I like Danielle, I want us to last, you know?” Her joviality didn’t disappear. “Like I said, you have nothing to worry about. You can cuddle up with Danielle and I’m going to cuddle up with you know who. Trust me, she dosen’t like my bad side.” PHHSSSLLRRROOOPPTT! Caitlyn sighed, then wiped her wet fart with the last of the napkins. “By the way, did you put it in her pooper yet? Cuz’ you didn’t account for that part!” Against my will, the conversation continued. Maybe the noxious smell knocked me out...maybe I genuinely fell asleep. Either way, I awoke to the hellish smell dissipating before me. A window was rolled down. We were at a toll booth. I rolled over and shockingly found Caitlyn, still pantsless as she approached the man in front. “Caitlyn, what the fuck, we gotta-” she put a hand on me; what about the shit bags, the fucking smell?! “Evening Ma'am, sir,” said the booth guy. “What are we-oh!” We must have appeared batshit crazy: bags of shit lying everywhere, a barnhouse smell which no cleaner could get out. The guy stared bug eyed at Caitlyn’s partly naked half. “Oh Caitlyn, don’t-” PPLLLAAAAABBRRTTT! Too late. She turned and smiled at me, bringing her grunting face to pull the fart further. Behind me, the man had disappeared altogether. “Ahh. Nothing like bypassing a little bureaucracy!” said Caitlyn. I watched her giggle and sit up to spread her cheeks towards the dash board. FFTTOORRRPPBBTTT! The man exploded into the speedometer with a cloud of gas drifting into him. “Oh come on, Caitlyn, that’s your hamburger farts! Don’t give him that!” Again, too late as her seat belt unbuckled and she sunk around the steering wheel. The horn blared along with her ghastly ripped ass. BBRRRRLOOPPTTTTT! I sighed. “Do you do this to EVERY guy you meet?” She laughed, picking the guy up and sticking him into her ripe, wet crack. “No, just the cute ones,” she said, smacking my shoulder. “Besides, if you gas these guys hard enough, they get loopy enough to command. Then, they forget everything, like it never happened!” “Except it did...and now you’ve doomed this guy to get farped by every butt that comes his way.” Caitlyn shrugged, then pressed her cheeks together. I heard a faint screaming as I stared into her massive wall of buttcheeks. Then, I smelt the horrendous SBD she was trapping him in that made even me gag at normal size. “Let’s just say he’ll have a fun little life experience.” She released her cheeks and a gasping, now smelly man hit the car seat. “Plus, I needed to stretch.” I knew the guy would come out O.K. I eventually did. I couldn't’ help feel a little sad as Caitlyn sat down on him and continued to rip ass. She drove on and eventually the man would be farped back into his normal, albeit now more confusing life. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Caitlyn and I came to a conclusion as we parked outside the supposed Goddess Council. The jar she had previously trapped me in was brought out and I was placed inside. BBRRRLLLAAAAFFFOPPBBOOTTTT! I cried out as her disgusting fart rang down like a siren ahead of me. She closed the lid, sealing me in with the gross smell. Already the heat was moisturizing the lid and I felt sick. “Trust me, it’s better this way,” she said, buckling her pants and heading inside. “These Goddesses are powerful and would love to scoop up another tiny under their belts, if you know what I mean.” I think I very much did and it made me almost as afraid as dying in this jar. The house was lovely, for all that I saw of it. Caitlyn took a few steps to leave a strong toot in the jar, continually fogging my sight. At least she poked one single airhole. “Goddesses, I am Goddess Caitlyn, year 3 of Goddess!” she announced. “This, as you know, is my fart subject, Matt.” She sounded so silly speaking so official. As the fart fog cleared I caught sight of 3 women sitting in armchairs. They were naked...and beautiful. Their eyes moved to mine and I hid my erection...who knows if they even saw it at my size? One of them stepped forward, a redhead and picked up the jar. God, she was gorgeous and- PPLLLRRROOBBPPOTTT! Her nasty fart ripped and before I knew it, she had moved the jar beneath her ass for me to smell. Caitlyn wasn’t kidding. The rancid, fruit smell felt like someone held a boot on my throat. I couldn’t breath as she was laughing. “Well, this is the one you speak of. No mortal man could hope of surviving my ass.” She took it away and I gasped for somewhat fresh air. I didn’t know if my forced breathing was considered “surviving”. “You’ve endured plenty of torture under Cassandra, boy,” she spoke with authority. “Most boys are only farped once, maybe only twice for a Goddesses pleasure. Even fewer are cursed for punishment.” Another Goddess came forward. She had dark skin and was very very large. “Indeed,” she said with a thick accent. “Tell us, how was it you became cursed under her booty. And we want honesty, boy. Otherwise, I’m sure you won’t survive a second of my illustrious Ten Second Taco Toot. The woman held me under her cheeks-they were double the size of Caitlyn’s and I could already smell her filthy asshole as it rumbled, arming itself for a fart. “Wait please, here’s how it is!” I told them everything up until now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The women listened intently as I spoke. To my surprise, not a fart was blown out of any one of them. FFPPRRTTARRTTTT! BBLLLLLLOOOTTT! “Sorry, sorry you're Goddesses,” said Caitlyn, who couldn’t control her booty as well. I was finally done and the large woman from before rose. “This boy has had an interesting past. Unfortunately, his past brings a large dilemma to the present.” Her booty sunk into the jar and I shook with fear. “Perhaps we should just end it for him, solve the problem? I have a silent fart cooking which could kill him in a second.” Her asshole began to gently expand and I heard her booty crescendo. “Wait, stop!” said Caitlyn. She’d come to my rescue! “Your Goddesses, this is unjust! If we dispose of this little insect, than Cassandra and her vile policies will have the day! Look at this poor creature! He was not designed to be graced with your all powerful buttocks!” The third Goddess, a lusty, busty indian woman removed her friend with an arm. “She is right, Beltisha. We need to set an example for all future Goddesses. These curses are for punishment, not execution. Besides, I don’t merit the boy’s actions as a crime. Being a horny fifteen year old boy isn’t deplorable.” She smiled at me, with a large PPRRLLLAATTTLLBBOOPPPTTTT! I could smell the spicy, gross fart from here. The first Goddess turned the jar away to spare my sanity.
PART 3 Cassandra always had the worst gas...and I suppose shit, while we were on the subject. I’d been farped into a hundred different woman’s pants, as per my curse from the Goddess. But Cassandra always found away to fart away the competition. Part of the pain was psychological; she knew me in and out after shrinking me down and spending so much time on top of me. BBBLLRRLLBBOOPPTTTT! She laughed sinisterly as the salsa backed fart launched at full speed. This gorgeous Latina woman became a centerpiece for brutish stink for 10 seconds of flatulence. The fart wasn’t even aimed at me, but I felt pain nonetheless. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PPLLLBBOOOPPTTT! Danielle shrieked and wriggled on only the first fart. “Ahh, can you smell it Matt? The scent of true love!” PPRRRRRAAPBBTT! BBRRLLLLRRRLBB! Cassandra showcased her strong bubbly toots with no end, except to break for a monologue. “You see there was a reason I farped you into my booty in the first place Matt. You were kind of cute, sneaking a peek at me from behind.” FFFRRRLLLAAAPBBTTT! “Most men couldn’t handle a Goddess like me for this long. It seems that women can’t either, apparently.” PPRRRSSSSSSSSLLRRR! Oh god, that fart was disastrously deadly! “*Cough* Danielle! Danielle!” I received no response as the silent gas came full steam ahead. “Oh, yes, smell me Matt! Ignore that little bitch! You know she can’t challange you like I can!” PLLLAAPFFOOTTTT! “Any bitch can stick her pussy out for you. I give you something to wake up and live with! Once she’s gone, it will be just you me and my gas, for all eternity! You won’t need anyone else!” PPPRLLLAAPBBTT! FFOOORRPPBBTTT! PPRRRPAPABBTT! “And no stupid slut is going to pull you away from me!” I blacked out for a second, drawn in by the horrendous gas. This was it. Cassandra’s walls were already sucking me deeper and deeper. To my own sadness, I touched Danielle. I don’t know in what part...something soft and squishy. FFLLLOOORRRPBBTTT! “Ahhhh, yes. You and me will wake up at the crack of dawn, with five eggs for breakfast, followed by fruit smoothies!” PPSSSLLOOPPTT! “Then, an enchilada for lunch, extra hot sauce. I hope you like rice too, gotta have those veggies!” LBBBLLRRBBRLT! God I could smell it already...literally. Why didn’t she just stop?! Unless...she didn’t finish the job. I suddenly remember how I had escaped last time. How Danielle’s fragile booty images had saved me from the brink of Cassandra’s booty hole. “Oh and we’ll do something special for dinner. Maybe soup, or some other french shit. Whatever it is, it’s gotta be that hot stuff, cause I know you like that strong, bubbly gas!” PPLLRRLLBBLLLBBT! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Things were...awkward after that. For a number of reasons. I had to explain to Danielle my whole thing and even how I had farped into every woman’s asshole. I had to explain Cassandra, Caitlyn, and the rest of the Goddesses. The only thing I couldn’t explain was how we all survived. Which is why we all traveled down to the Council of Goddesses...with Caitlyn and Danielle in the car. Again, awkward. PPLLLOORRRBBOTTT! “Ooops, sorry!” said Caitlyn. She rolled down her backseat window to let the gas out. PPLLRPPTT! The next fart came from Danielle, who smiled at me. “Oh come on, you’re not gunna give me shit for that are you?” she asked. Danielle laughed. Then Caitlyn. And I geuss I did too after that. Awkwardness over. “Come on, let me see the Bitch,” said Danielle. “I think it’s high time I got some payback.” Caitlyn pulled a screaming, wheezing Cassandra out her asshole and handed to Danielle. “I agree. Here shrimp-butt, you’ll need this. She hates dairy.” Danielle thanked her for the milkshake and placed a screaming Goddess inside her asshole. FFLLTTTO! PPRRMMPPTT! BBBLLBBLOT! “Yeah, but really cross your face, make sure you put your whole gut into the fart!” Caitlyn chimed in. BBBRRLLLBBPPPBBTTT! “Oh my god! Oh god!” said Danielle. “She’s so...squirmy!” Caitlyn laughed. “Yeah, they get that way. Better than sex, am I right?” She slapped my shoulder and Danielle laughed. “You girls are gross,” I chimed in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Council of Goddesses were much more somber than our little party. We handed over Cassandra with little fuss. The three beautiful women thanked us, forming into a circle. “You may want to step back, all of you,” said the Red Headed Goddess. “That’s correct. Cassandra has been dealt the death penalty,” said the fat, black giantess. “These farts shall be catastrophic to any tiny’s in range. So, all mortals, look away.” Their booties touched, with a writhing, pleading Cassandra in between, sandwiched three ways. “Wait, I love you, I love you Matt!” I heard her cry. I almost felt a pang of guilt as their meat covered her whole. “Please, avert your eyes. We shall begin in three, two...one.” I covered my ears, waiting for the ass blasting of the century...there was nothing. Just the resigned sighs of a few beautiful, gassy woman. “That ought to do the trick.” said the Indian woman. “Yes, she is silent, gone from this world. Now, we instruct you all to leave this room before-” Too late. The most horrendous, eggiest, meatiest, sour, disgusting farts hit our noses. We sprinted out of the room tears in our eyes. It was all I could managed to not be farped and killed by the toxic fumes. The woman invited us into another, less anally destroyed room. They were fully clothed, to prevent sexually directed farping on my part. Says them, they still looked beautiful in their designer clothes and dresses. “Matt, your existence in our circle is...difficult. What with your assigned Goddesses death and all.” said the Red Headed Goddess. “You’ve clearly expressed distaste with Caitlyn’s booty. But you must have a Goddess to command you. We cannot reverse the curse, no matter how much magic.” BBTTOOURRRTTT! I closed my eyes as she farted...no use taking a chance with that V-neck crew top she was wearing...nice tits. “Listen, why can’t-oh god,” Danielle covered her nose and tried again. “Why can’t I be Matt’s Goddess? I’m dating him, so maybe it could work out in our benefit.” The Goddesses looked at each other and frowned. “Ms. Danielle, a Goddess requires you to farp other men into your booty, for your enjoyment as well as to punish wicked men you may come across. Are you up for the task? Is Matt?” We looked at each other. I couldn’t read Danielle, but I didn’t want some stranger touching my girl’s butthole everyday...for that matter, I didn’t know if I wanted to shrink down and touch it. Caitlyn smiled. “Oh don’t be silly. He’s assigned to me, I’ll be his Goddess. His distant, non-invasive to your guy’s relationship, Goddess, of course.” She stood up and planted my head in her jeaned ass. PPLLLLLRRROOBBTTT! “I got no beef with this guy! Well, metaphorically, cuz’ I eat a LOT of cheeseburgers.” “Get to the point..” I muttered, now pint sized against her asscrack. God I forgot how much it smelled down here. She farped me back to normal size. “How about I just check in on Matt every once in awhile, make sure he’s behaving? I’m not dating him, but he knows me, he doesn't have to be farped by every strange girl with a case of diarrhea, right?” The Goddesses conferred with each other. Then, they gave the weirdest, most muddled ansewer I had to ever mull on. “That seems...adequate.” Great, now I had a girlfriend and a Gassy Goddess. |
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