By: JetBrentwood
PART 1
I never expected my bomb shelter would actually come in handy. I only bought it because I thought it’d be cool to live underground in some fancy-schmancy bunker. It’s probably the best investment I made since buying it a year ago. Better than living in a cramped apartment with loud neighbors and snoopy roommates. This place’s got two floors, two-thousand square feet, all the fixings, and most importantly—serenity. No wailing baby to disturb you three doors down or having your food stolen by some random stranger. What’s not to love about living in luxury like this?
Well…one thing has been on my mind recently.
For quite some time, these monstrous, manure masses pop up all over the country on an almost daily basis. Mountain-sized beasts with no real sense of origin. Earthquakes causing cities to crumble and the population plummeting to zero as citizens young and old all evacuate the premises. Those living dozens, even over a hundred miles away have mentioned feeling the effects of said destruction.
The crazy thing is these mountains have been following a mostly eastward pattern, so news anchors state their predictions on where they’ll pop up next to give us time to prepare. Yet nobody’s been able to stop them. Those at the forefront of suspected cities placed security guards—with the larger ones equipped with military personnel—along the premises, though contributed nothing in the fight against whatever this fiend is. Even those conspiring online, analyzing pictures taken the day of in each area to the pixel haven’t come close to what could be sweeping the nation by storm.
As for me, I’ve been keeping a close eye on these events. The last mountain formed a good sixty miles west of my location, and by the looks of things are en route to where I am right now. I fortunately got my place stocked to the brim with food that’ll keep me good for a few years in case my city goes down in a blaze of glory. It also helps my shelter has stood strong among these unnatural events; others online mentioned they too live in bomb shelters themselves but weren’t so lucky and were forced to flee before the weight of a thousand dump trucks trapped them with no way out.
Though I sure hope that isn’t the case for me.
Many of the articles I’ve read on my computer today in relation to these mountains have been the same old stories repeated ever since this started way back when. They keep on regurgitating the same points and never bring up anything new. It’s always some city going under and what everyone’s doing to try and fix it. Links to relief funds, charities to support, and tips for the nearby cities on what to do next. I just skim through them all because of that, and through all this skimming leads me to the tenth page on Google.
On this peculiar tenth page, I come across an article with a rather odd title—“Possible ‘Manure Mountains’ Connected to Fetish Playlist.” I cover my mouth as my eyes scan the title a few more times to make sure I’m not reading it wrong. A fetish playlist? What collection of dots would one need to connect to come up with such a conclusion? There’s just gotta be some contradiction somewhere!
Curiosity gets the better of me and I click on the link. It’ll sound more interesting than anything I’ve read in the past week…right?
The website greets me with a bright blue background with a darker shade used for text. At the top is an image of the website link in a rather cryptic font. Below is a glossy purple navigation bar, with a vertical string of animated images and advertisements on the right. Outside the clutter, I see the blog post, where they bring up the possibility of these mountains being man-made—or in this case, woman-made—by someone with gaseous abilities so far beyond our comprehension. They mention videos on how she’s shown off her tremendous farts and dumps where some of her smallest bury houses while others have wiped cities clean off the map.
And at the end of it all, they say she still has more left in her.
I shake my head at all this and chuckle as I begin skimming the rest of it. Honestly surprised how she hasn’t been arrested if this is anywhere near true. If you’re stupid enough to film yourself supposedly knocking down buildings and filling up houses with your own feces, then how have you not been found by the government, or been sniped to death? Wouldn’t she have a bank account or a social security number associated with her name? Tax returns? Government identification? What would her motive be posting these videos outside of monetary gain? You’re just asking to get caught! I can’t have been the only one who knows this! Like, come on, people! There’s gotta be--
*DING* *DONG*
I’m interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “Huh?” Maybe it malfunctioned due to the weather. I check it—a cool sixty degrees outside. Nothing that’d show it--
*DING* *DONG*
It goes off again. And once more a second later. I turn over to the front entrance as the sound of the doorbell rings in my ears a fourth time. “Jeez…” I get up and walk over to the door and look through the peephole.
To my surprise, someone’s waiting outside the door. Not just any person, but a young, red-headed woman in a skimpy red dress cut just below her waist. She’s staring down at the concrete floor playing with her hair and tugging at her dress. Something about her innocent demeanor radiating in the cold, dark hallway leading to the door compels me to let her inside. She stares at the peephole as she runs her right hand through her hair, followed by her torso, then her hips, giving off a rather cutesy yet alluring appearance. Why would I let such a woman like her stand outside when she could be warm and snug inside my bunker?
My fingers dance along the doorknob as I grab a hold of it, twist it, and swing the door open.
“Hello?” Without the need to gaze through the peephole, I get a better view of her body. She’s around my height but she’s got more packing than I do when it comes to curves. Up top, she’s sporting a nice set of full, red lips where she takes the driver’s seat in my though as I imagine what her lips could do to me. Her large breasts poke against her dress, which itself hugs her hourglass figure in ways I could only dream of.
“Hey there.” She smirks at me.
“Um…” I scratch my head. “…you need something?”
“Yeah. I need a place to crash, if you know what I mean.” She leans on the left side of the doorframe.
“W-Wait, crash? What for?”
“You haven’t heard? There’ve been these huge mountains appearing out of nowhere.”
“Oh…yeah, I’ve heard. What about ’em?”
“Well…I’ve kinda been in a rut for a bit and haven’t got a place to live. I don’t have a car, and most of my travelling’s been on foot. It’s been sooo tiring just walking around trying to find some place to settle down for a bit. Especially with those mountains coming this way, ya know?”
I nod. “Makes sense.” My gaze drops down to her feet, where I notice she’s wearing mismatched sneakers, one brighter and larger than the other. “Hey, um…your shoes.”
“Oh, my shoes?” The woman looks down at her shoes and back up to me. “Yeah, I found these just lying around a few days ago. I originally had a nice pair of stilettos that matched my dress here…” She pulls at the cleavage a few times, bringing my attention back to her ample chest. “…but they’re just hard to run around in. They really do a number on my feet.”
“I get it, I get it. But different shoes all together? You couldn’t’ve bought a pair yourself?”
“I could’ve, but I was short on cash the last time I saw a sporting goods store. I was lucky there were any shoes at all!” She giggles. “Only ones I could find that weren’t messy or broken.”
“Gotcha…” I sigh. “…anyways, what happened next?”
“Oh, next?” The woman nods. “After travelling around for a few days, I found out that this area was had the potential of going under, so I had to act fast. Fortunately, I came across what looked to be an entrance to a bomb shelter, so I went in, climbed down the stairs, and hoped and prayed someone was inside willing to save me.”
“I’m assuming said bomb shelter’s mine?”
The woman nods again. “Yep!”
“Ah, okay then.”
“So I dunno when these mountains will pass by, but I don’t wanna get swept up by them, and I feel being down here’s gonna keep me safe. And for all I know, they could be following me!” She chuckles. “So…” She places her right hand on her hip. “…you willing to let someone like me stay over for a few days?”
“Uh…” I deeply exhale. I scan her body a few more times. I’ve never seen a girl this beautiful, this attractive in my entire life, as if goddesses above sculpted her in a way to replicate themselves for us to gawk at whenever we’d pass by. Thoughts of the things I could do to her. Thoughts of the things she could do to me. Fantasies rush through my head like bullets firing off in every direction. Intimate fantasies of the dirty kind. God, she could talk dirty to me all day.
And now she’s asking to stay with me. How could I ever say no to her? “Yeah, come on in.” I move out of the way to let her inside.
“Thanks!” She slips off her shoes as she passes by, allowing me to get a glimpse of her massive rear. And boy, is it massive. The amount of jiggle contained in those cheeks makes me surprised her dress hasn’t exploded yet. Must be handwoven and crafted with some sturdy materials. I sure as hell wouldn’t last as long as the dress, that’s for sure. I slowly bend my fingers, imagining my hands deep inside the flesh that is her ass. She’s most definitely a creation by the goddesses above. Thank them for that.
“If you don’t mind,” she says, interrupting me out of my fantasy, “you have anything to eat? It’s been days since I’ve last had anything and I’m getting a little hungry.” She rests her arms along the kitchen table.
“Y-Yeah, sure thing!” I walk over to the kitchen and open one of the cupboards where some of the food is stored. “I never got a chance to ask for your name.” I grab a few cans of beans and a bag of rice out.
“It’s Shevaun.” What a nice name, quite fitting for a stunner like her.
“Bradley.”
“Bradley…hm…whatcha got there, Bradley?”
“Oh, just some beans, rice. Nothing much here.” I point over to a gray door adjacent to the kitchen. “I’ve got some other stuff as well in the pantry. Just have some stuff here for ease of access.”
“Oh, beans. Yeah, um…” For a second, I swear I can see a slight grimace over Shevaun’s face. “…I’ll have some beans.” Her lips twitch into a smile, which does nothing but brighten up the room. That grimace must’ve been my mind playing tricks on me. Living here all cooped up is turning me delirious.
“A can of beans, coming right up!” I open the can and hand it over with a spoon.
Shevaun hands the spoon back. “Oh, no, I won’t be needing that.”
“What, you’re gonna--” But Shevaun snatches the can from the counter, picks it up, and downs it all in the span of a few seconds. “Oh…oh wow. You must be very hungry.”
“If you don’t mind,” Shevaun grins and beckons me with her pointer, “would you pass me another can of beans please? Maybe more than one.”
“A-Ah, yeah, of c-course!” I attempt to grab a second can of beans but my hand slips as the can drops to the floor with a loud thud; Shevaun giggles at my misfortune. As I squat down to grab the can, I realize I have a few seconds to stare at her lovely legs. Those smooth, seductive tree trunks are crossed as she’s bending along the kitchen table. I’d love to have her bent over in an hour. She could absolutely suffocate me with those thighs of hers and I’d enjoy every second of it. Much more appetizing than the food I’ve got in the pantry.
I pick myself back up and open the second can of beans. The same goes with the remaining three unopened cans I have in the kitchen and pass them over to her. Though I can’t help but watch in awe as she continues to down these cans of beans like she’s partying on a Saturday night; such a sight has my heart beating louder than before at a more accelerated pace. She empties each can in a matter of seconds before slamming it down with a hearty sigh of satisfaction, picking up the next and repeating before each can is completely empty. Not a single bean left uneaten.
“Goddamn!” Shevaun rubs her stomach. “Haven’t had such a meal in a long time. Thanks a lot, Bradley!”
“N-Nooooo problem!” I turn around and notice her smile back. Best be nice to ask what her story is. “Sooo…what brings you down here?”
“Honestly? Kinda been travelling all over the country without any sense of direction. I don’t really have a plan of where I’ll end up staying once nighttime falls, but I usually find somewhere…” Her voice turns seductive. “…or someone…to keep me company.”
“Seems like you got both today!” I nervously chuckle, taking a quick glimpse of her cleavage hanging out from her dress. I place the food she didn’t eat back in the cupboard.
Shevaun chuckles back. “Mhm, sure did. And a bomb shelter no less, too! I couldn’t’ve gotten any luckier!”
“Oh, yeah, right!” I smile at her. “This thing’s pretty sturdy if I say so myself.”
Shevaun bends forward along the table as she returns my smile with a sultry one. “How…sturdy?”
“H-How, sturdy, you may ask? Well…I have a few friends who’ve been affected by these mountains popping up, despite being far…” I raise my left arm and point it away from Shevaun. “…faaar away. Like, they talked about their shelters starting to crack and almost unable to get out despite the odds being in their favor. Some had their shelters deeeeep down, deeper than us right now. And others had better materials, yet they got crushed too.
“Worst I’ve heard was this one guy I’ve been talking to…well—was talking to for a few months. Another bomb shelter enthusiast. We exchanged tips on shelter protection, maintaining supplies, and other things to keep our lives easier. Outside of bomb shelter stuff, we played a lot of video games together to pass the time. Such a nice guy.” I close my eyes as I bring my fingers down my chin. “Ugh…”
Shevaun takes a step forward. “What’s the matter, Bradley?”
“Ah, you see…” I groan. “…dude ended up getting severely unlucky. And I mean seveeerly unlucky; like he found himself in a bed of clovers, yet none had four leaves. Outside of people who—you know—couldn’t make it…you aware of those really large mountain formations that propped up a month back?”
“Oh, yeah!” Shevaun’s face glimmers. “Wiped out a major city from what I heard!”
“Yep, yep…turns out his bomb shelter was on the outskirts of the city and an excess amount of manure swept inside and filled it all up. Honestly thought nothing of it until he wasn’t responding to my messages or my calls. Didn’t take long until I found out from another buddy online that he was trying to relocate as his bomb shelter—in his words—‘got plunged into the depths of hell.’”
Shevaun’s mouth drops. “Gee, that’s crazy!”
“I heard alongside his main entrance, excess brown sludge seeped into his bunker through one of the walls as it wasn’t properly constructed. The entire place flooded in less than a minute and he was only able to grab his phone before having to dash outta there. He says he’s lucky to have built a second entrance so he could escape.”
“A second entrance? You don’t by any chance have one, do you?”
“Heh, I wish.” I shake my head as I force myself to smile. “Never thought of needing one until it helped save my friend’s life. But with the way I’ve built this place, nothing should take it down; I’ll bet a million dollars it can withstand anything. Made sure to buy the densest, hardest, and strongest materials that’ll keep the calm but not the storm. Others have saved a few bucks here and there, though look how it turned out for them.” I lightly nod. “So I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“Wooow.” Shevaun licks her lips. “Yours has gotta be the sturdiest of them all. One that can withstand the strongest of earthquakes.”
“If you say so.” I rest my hands along the table. “Haven’t felt a peep from these earthquakes. Whatever the cause, it’d better try a lot harder to take this place down!”
“Try a lot harder, you say? Hm…” Shevaun places her right hand under her chin as she taps along the table with the left. “…sounds like a challenge.”
“I mean, is it not?” I chuckle again. “I’m quite certain this place ain’t gonna go down any time soon!”
“I get you, I get you…” Shevaun’s voice trails off as she murmurs something to herself.
“You say something?”
“Oh, no, don’t mind me!” She grins, playfully waving at me. “Just mumbling; even I don’t know what I said!” Her laughter echoes throughout the shelter.
“Gotcha.” I look over at Shevaun once more as I feel my member hard as diamonds below. I bite my lip, bringing my hands to my thighs as I rub them back and forth. I can’t let her catch me like this, though maybe I can get something for her to take the edge off. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna grab some wine from downstairs.”
Shevaun’s eyes lighten up at the mention of alcohol. “Wine? Sounds wonderful!”
“Great! I’ll go grab some!” I take my leave from the kitchen and head down to the basement. As I pass by a few rooms, I graze my hand over the fabric where my dick is, adjusting it to hide the everlasting boner hidden beneath my sweats. But it doesn’t listen. With a mind of its own, it pokes straight out.
In a weird turn of events, I don’t disagree with it. My mind is filled with Shevaun and Shevaun only, spending time with her and her sexy, smooth body. I can imagine her taking my cock and squishing it in between her tits as I coat her entire face with semen. And I’ll do the same to her ass, with her performing a magic trick by making my dick completely disappear between her cheeks.
Her ass fascinates me the most above everything else. All I need now is for her to back me up against the wall with her huge dump truck as she tortures my member with her globular goddess ass. Shake it around as I make a mess of her booty while she continues, teasing me, not caring an ounce of whether my penis is tired or not. She’ll stare back at me as she looks at my flushed face with a sense of pride and speed up her movements to make me cum even more. And more. And much, much more. Even well into the night, when I can’t take it anymore, and when my hips go completely numb, she’ll be at my cock with her ass, not showing the slightest hint of being done.
I don’t want her to ever be done.
Ah, that’s right. I came downstairs to grab some wine. I see myself humping the air as my hands are at my thighs in position to fondle Shevaun’s butt. I turn around—fortunately no Shevaun in sight. Jeez, what if she saw me like this? I shake my head and press forward.
I open a small safe and press in a code, opening it up, and with it, revealing half a dozen bottles of wine. “Hm…what would tickle her fancy?” I walk over to the door and peep my head out of the entrance, yelling towards the stairs. “Shevaun?” No response. I raise my voice. “Shevaun!?” I head to the bottom of the staircase. “Hey, Shevaun! I’ve got a few types of wine, you wanna know what you’d like for me to bring up?” Again, the sound of silence greets me.
“Probably busy thinking about what to do these next few days,” I say to myself walking back to the safe, “don’t blame her, honestly. Imagine these mountains coming up outta nowhere and you’ve got no place to live.” The wine bottles still wait for me as I return. “I’m guessing a fine gal like her will probably want--”
A loud crash rings throughout the shelter.
“Oooooh, nooo,” I say as I instinctively grab all the bottles of wine and rush upstairs. Shevaun’s still standing where she originally was, though with both hands on her abdomen and an empty look as if that noise didn’t affect her at all. I place the bottles down on the kitchen table. “Wh-What just happened?”
“Oh!” Shevaun points over at the pantry. “I heard something from in there.”
“Ah, great.” I sigh as I open the pantry door. The moment my eyes lay on what’s inside the pantry, a gasp leaves my mouth as I cover it with my hands. “Oh, God.” I step back to see that much of the food I stored in the pantry had been eaten and thrown to the ground without a care in the world. Liquid dripping out of all the open cans with one of the shelves having tumbled to the ground, shattered into thousands of pieces. “Oh, God, indeed.”
“Is everything okay?” Shevaun smiles.
“Nooo, nooo, nooooo.” I enter the pantry and peruse the damage. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” Much of the canned and dried fruit has been chowed down with many of the cans empty. Gone are some candies I saved up for a rainy day in case I craved something sweet. Yet what I crave now more than anything is a miracle, a miracle where all my food comes back in full glory that it doesn’t go to waste.
I take my exit back into the kitchen. “Uh, h-how do I say this?” I stare at the floor. I can’t even bother staring at her. I can’t bother looking at the disappointment across her face. “Um…the food…i-it’s, uh…gone.”
“Gone?”
“Must’ve been some rodents who snuck in and ate the food. Never really thought I’d have a rodent problem of all things. I’m so sorry. I’ll do a proper cleanup tomorrow to see if there’s anything salvageable.” I open one of the drawers and grab one of the corkscrews. “Fucking hell…” I groan as I open one of the wine bottles and chug a bit of it down. “…Jesus. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I can’t say sorry enough.”
“Don’t be, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
I heavily exhale. “Fuck…anyways, brought up some wine.” I open another bottle and hand it over to her. “Again, I’m really, really sorry.”
“Stop being so hard on yourself.” Shevaun grins as she caresses my left hand. “How would’ve you known any better?”
“Y-Yeah, I guess. Lemme just, um…check if anything’s open right now.” I walk over to my computer and sit down, checking all the stores nearby my bunker. “It’s just after eleven right now…” I start clicking on all the stores to check if they’re open. “…closed, closed, also closed…weird. Many of these stores are open at this time.”
“It is the weekend, no?”
“Oh, really?” I check the date—turns out it actually is Saturday. “Well how about that?”
“All the stores are actually closed?”
“The one’s I could make it to on time are. There’s an open Walmart, but it’s too far away.”
“That’s a shame.” Shevaun walks over with a bottle of wine and bends forward, placing her head right next to mine. “Hm…interesting tab you’ve got open.” She swigs a few sips from the bottle.
“Huh?” I see her point to the tab I opened of the supposed fetish playlist connection as her breasts graze against my back. “Oh!” I nervously laugh. “Yeah, weird stuff.” I open the tab and scroll through it. “Seems like a lot of nonsense to me. Like seriously, a woman decided to shit that much to create huge mountains? Every day?”
“Well…it could be true.” Shevaun giggles.
“Hah, hah. Very funny.” I sigh. “It’s not like this article has a name for this supposed woman anyways. And even if there isn’t a name, wouldn’t she possibly have some family aware of such abilities? Close friends? Old classmates? Why would they be silent on all of this? Shitty journalism if you ask me…oh. Pardon the accidental pun.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Shevaun chuckles as her breasts graze against me again. She is doing a mighty fine job at testing my limits of not pinning her to the couch, because I sure as hell want to.
At the bottom of the article is something I missed entirely on my first viewing of the article—a link to the playlist. “Yeaaah, I’d rather not watch those videos.”
“Why not?”
“Not my thing. Wouldn’t wanna see ‘proof’ of a woman shitting an entire mountain out of her ass.”
“Oooh, but I’m interested!” Shevaun pouts at me, continuously bashing her breasts into my body. “Maybe this is the key to all of this!”
“I-I, um…y-you know this is supposed to be a…fetish thing, right? And I’m n-not super comfortable, uh, you know…watching these videos with someone else.”
“Mhm, mhm.” Shevaun smirks. “But it doesn’t hurt to check it out. For all we know, this woman could be the real deal!” She places her hands onto my arm with excitement ridden all over her face.
I shake my head sighing, the only thing on my mind are Shevaun’s large boobs stuffed directly into my face. How could I reject her offer to watch these videos? “Ah, f-fine.” My hand shakes as I drag the cursor over the link, clicking it, and opening a new tab. It loads for ten seconds before greeting me with “This page is currently under maintenance. Please check back tomorrow for further updates.” I wipe my forehead in relief.
“Oh…” Shevaun sulks toward the desk. “…that’s unfortunate.”
“Yeah.” I feign disappointment. “A-Anyways…” I turn off my computer and step out of my seat, a quick glimpse of Shevaun’s smoking hot body has my urges surge as I’m on the verge of wanting to see us merge. “…w-w-well, um…I’m just gonna do a quick checkup downstairs before--”
I don’t get the chance to finish talking before I hear the ground beneath me tremble with the slightest of movements for five seconds. It has me press my back onto the wall as I notice Shevaun covering her mouth with her hand.
“A-Ah, Shevaun,” I say, “did you, b-by any chance…feel that?”
Shevaun nods. “Mhm. You think the earthquakes came early?”
“God, I sure as hell hope not. I didn’t expect them to arrive for another few days.”
“Really?” Shevaun walks over to me, minimizing my personal space. “Though I’ll be honest with you, I am a little nervous about sleeping on my own tonight.”
“O-Oh!” I take another glance at Shevaun. Is she really leading up to what I think she’s about to say? “Y-Ye-Yeah. I-I understand.”
“I feel that if I’m with someone strong, someone who knows what he’s doing, then it’ll help alleviate the stress of the situation. And maybe, we could help alleviate the stress…together.” Shevaun slides a finger down my arm and onto my thighs, releasing it inches from my diamond-hard member.
“To-To…Together, you say?”
“So…if you don’t mind, would it be okay if I spent the next few nights with you until the earthquakes died down?”
Oh my God. She actually said it. I’m gonna be sleeping in the same bed with the hottest woman to ever grace planet Earth. Alleviating stress together. I can only imagine what that could entail. Spending the entire time feeling each other up, using her massive assets to get me off in ways that I never imagined possible. The thought of possibly doing it with her has me on the edge of passing out.
All I can do is nod like a puppy dog in heat. “Y-Y-Y-Ye-Yes, a-absolutely! The bed downstairs is queen-sized.”
“Queen-sized, you say?”
“Yep, y-yeeep. F-Fit for a queen like y-y-you.”
“Gosh, you’re too nice!” Shevaun giggles.
“Y-You good if I go down-s-stairs and m-make some adjustments? Just wanna make sure i-it’s not a mess.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll just be here, sitting on the couch, waiting for you.” Shevaun winks at me as she brings the bottle of wine to her mouth, downing the rest of its contents. “Aaah, that’s some good stuff, Bradley.”
“C-C-Cool.” I nod incessantly, giving Shevaun two thumbs up. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” I turn around and make haste towards the bottom floor. My first stop? The bathroom.
I turn on the lights and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. My face has turned redder than the dress Shevaun’s wearing. “Oh God, oh God…” She definitely saw this. She absolutely saw how horrid my face is. And she definitely saw how badly I wanna stick my dick inside of her. I’m doing my damnedest to be unwavering, yet every time she does anything I falter at the slightest movement. Her mere existence is breaking me apart, for crying out loud!
And to think she’ll be here for another few days as the earthquakes go by? Sleeping in the same bed as me? How will I keep my composure in front of such a stunning, beautiful, bombshell of a woman like her? I’m gonna crumble before tomorrow afternoon, for sure! She probably knows how I’m feeling right now. I can’t just kick her out, you know? That’d be rude!
I turn on the faucet for a few seconds and splash cold water on my face, taking one more look at myself in the bathroom mirror, my face stoic like a statue. “You’re Bradley. You’re the coolest of the cool. You can make it through these next few days and come out a better man. Don’t let anything shake you up.”
As if on cue, I hear a loud noise from above—one louder than a minute ago—and my bathroom begins to shake.
BBBBBLBLBLLLLLBLLLLLLPLPPTBPTPPPTTTLLBLPTTBPTBPLLPBTPTBLTTBPPTBTLPPBPBTPLPBTTLLBPTLTTPTPTBPLPTBBTPPLTBBPTTPTBLPPPPPP...
I didn’t expect the earthquakes would come so soon.
My head darts all over the bathroom as I take stock in what’s happening. The lights start to flicker as debris falls from the ceiling. Everything in the bathroom is experiencing some nauseating exorcism, trying to survive what could be the first quake of many. The bar of soap escapes from the shower and slips and slides throughout the bathroom. While the man in the mirror might be shaking in his boots, I will do no such thing.
...PPPPLBPTTBLPTTTBTLLLLBTBBBPLTTTTPBLTLBBTBLLPLPBLBLLPTBLBLLPTLPBTPLLPPTBTPBTLLPBLPTPLPPLTBLBPLPTLPBLPLPTLPBLPTTTTTT!!!
And then it hits me—the smell. Despite my bunker being closed off, the rotting scent of shit invades my nose and has me diving face first into the sink. The descriptions of people describing the smell as “death on one’s doorstep” and “worse than chemical warfare” could not be closer to the truth. How did the smell make its way into my bunker!? I thought we’d be safe down here, but…
Wait, “we?” Oh, shit! Shevaun’s upstairs!
BBLBLLBBLBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBMBMPPPPRRBPRRRMBMMPBRMPPRRBRMPMPBBRBMPBPRBRRRBPMBRRBBRMPBRBRRRRBPMPMRRBBRMPBMRBMPBRMPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
The second I realize the danger Shevaun’s in, another quake starts up only seconds after the first. This one I can already tell is more commanding as the lights crack and turn off completely, with the bathroom doorknob detaching. I curl up into a ball as I weather out the storm.
Luckily, the tremors subside after thirty seconds. A faint light from upstairs shines into the bathroom, the only guide I have to see anything downstairs.
I scurry out of the bathroom and rush back to the couch, where the upper floor turned into nothing more than a less-than-stellar mess. The kitchen cupboards open with dust all over the floor. Silverware and plates cover the area near the sink. The pantry door cracked in all sorts of directions, resembling some hellish monster. I went downstairs for only a few minutes and returned to pandemonium running wild through a good portion of my bunker. Who could’ve predicted that?
Though out of everything, Shevaun’s sitting on the couch as if nothing happened. She finishes another wine bottle, placing it down with the other bottles lying on their sides. Did she…drink them all?
“Sh-Sh-Shevaun,” I say, running over to her, “is everything okay?”
“I’m good,” Shevaun says laughing, “I’m totally good.”
“Ah, a-are you sure?”
“Totally, totally sure. In fact…” Shevaun leans away from me as she hikes up her dress. And another quake goes off.
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I cover my mouth as I fall onto the floor. As if the first earthquakes weren’t loud enough, this one’s ripping at my eardrums as a gale of hot winds blow directly into my face, greeting me with the same, shitty smell from before. Everything inside the bunker attempts to persevere.
That is, everything except for Shevaun, whose smile radiates throughout this ordeal. Not to mention how her dress flutters among the sea of objects attempting to not break makes her shine that much brighter. This also gives me a great view of her naked rear, one so sculptured and bubbly it could drive any man crazy.
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As the earthquake ends on a wet ripple, I see Shevaun’s cheeks rippling as well. She lets out a moan once the noise dies down.
My eyes blink, then widen. There’s…no way…
I cough into my arm. “Uh, um…Sh-Shevaun?”
“Yes, Bradley?” Shevaun giggles at me.
“Y-You don’t mind me asking, b-but…” I stand up. “…y-you didn’t just, um…how do I say it…fart, did you?”
Shevaun giggles again as she places a hand over her mouth. “Oops! Was that me?”
“This isn’t funny, Shevaun!” I gag over the lingering stench as I press my left hand to my face. “Just glad it wasn’t the earthquakes!” If only I had windows to properly air out the smell.
Shevaun chuckles, sitting back down, placing her hands onto the cushions. “I gotta say, Bradley. Your couch is quite comfy.” She rubs her hands along the couch.
“A-Ah, thanks.”
“I usually don’t get a chance to sit on something so…durable.” Shevaun bites her lip as she slightly arches forward, attacking my couch once again.
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Without warning, Shevaun puts the pedal to the metal and pushes out another fart, one where despite her rear firmly snug on the couch, I can feel the winds from beneath it. A wave of relief looms over my body as soon as it ends; but that’s when she snatches it away and blasts my bunker with a fart overshadowing the first with such ease, she’s ripping holes into the couch while fluff crawls out.
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A cheeky, open, yet crooked smile forms across Shevaun’s face as she clenches onto the couch. Bits of fabric and fluff fly into the air, landing throughout the bunker. The back side of the couch darkens as if a lit candle danced too close to the fabric, opening it up like a cut to the chest. In this case, Shevaun cutting major cheese. Though I can’t deny what my eyes lay upon—in such a provocative position, she looks stunning with her breasts jutting out of her dress and how fat her ass is. Her glorious, juicy booty currently turning my couch into mince meat like it’s another day at the office.
If only this was an office and not my living quarters.
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“Aaah, yeeesss,” Shevaun says, licking her lips, “guess your couch isn’t so durable after all.”
Another look at the now destroyed couch has me gagging again. “Oh, God--” I stumble backwards into the kitchen.
“What’s the matter?” Shevaun stands, slowly walking towards me. “Would you like a go next?”
“Nooooo, th-thank you!” I wave my hands in front of my face. If that’s what she did to the couch, then imagine what would happen if she were to sit on me. The area where she sat now seared with smoke rising to the ceiling; chances are she could cook up a meal with her gas alone. She’d rip my limbs apart from my body, the intense vibrations coursing through me as I’d live my last breaths while Shevaun farts on my lap.
My…my lap? Huh. I would get the best piece of ass on the planet pleasuring my penis, though would that really be worth it?
“A-About the um…f-farts,” I ask, “how are you gonna s-sleep tonight if th-this continues?”
Shevaun admires the damage she caused to the couch. “Yes, that’s right.” She giggles as she playfully pokes my chest. “I don’t think that the couch is gonna be any good for the next few days.”
“W-Well, uh…I-I-I can take the couch i-if it makes you feel better. Not sure if y-you’d feel comfortable farting w-with me in the same bed.”
Though the offer of taking the couch only has Shevaun laugh as she grazes my chest with her soft hand. “Bradley, you’re so funny! There’s no way you’d be able to sleep on that thing!”
“You know, I c-could try--”
“Don’t be silly.” Shevaun’s eyes sparkle. “And besides, I wouldn’t mind someone like you keeping me company.”
“A-Ah, company?” My head becomes as heavy as lead while sweat drips down my face. “L-Lemme think--” But before I have the chance to process my thoughts, Shevaun’s squints her eyes while her bottom teeth clench onto her top lip in an rather unpleasant display as her ass interrupts me with a greasy explosion.
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Shevaun standing inches from me gives me a rather unfortunate front row seat to another one of her demolitions. Behind her, the coffee table by the couch flips into the air and crashes into the wall, creating a fracture in the wall comparable to a wrecking ball smashing into concrete. But Shevaun’s proving to be much more powerful than any wrecking ball as she wrecks havoc throughout my bunker.
“Oooh, that was rather wet,” Shevaun says, winking at me while she rubs her stomach, “though I must ask, you wouldn’t mind if I use the bathroom, do you?”
PART 2
“N-N-No, not at all!” I point over to the upstairs bathroom, still trying to wrap my head around what I just witnessed. “Just down the hall.”
“Thank you!” Shevaun walks by me as I glance at her rear once more. While I can’t deny it’s still a thing of beauty, my willingness to go at it from behind has dissipated if that’s what I’d be dealing with. If that’s a preview of what’s coming out of her ass, then I don’t wanna imagine the full scope of her true potential.
As I watch Shevaun shut the bathroom door, I pray this ordeal will pass sooner than later. “Jeez…” I wipe my head as I hear her bring the toilet seat down with a light tap to the porcelain. “…I might actually need to kick her--”
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That sure as hell doesn’t sound like she’s just farting anymore. More or less, an absolute destruction on one of the two toilets in my bunker. The bathroom door shakes in fear as it separates me from the red-headed beast laying within and whatever beast she’s pushing out right now. Like the pantry door, it, too, cracks and splinters from the weight of Shevaun’s unruly behind. She has replaced any source of breathable air by whatever is coming out of that monster she calls her ass.
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I hear another moan from inside the bathroom. My curiosity gently pulls me toward it as I cover my face with my mouth. “Um…e-everything okay?”
“Yep,” Shevaun says with a slight shiver, “doing just fine!” She grunts as she lets loose again.
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Shevaun sighs after another meaty, damp fart. “God, that feels better!” The sound of footsteps creeps out of the bathroom. “Ah, jeez, I don’t think I’ll be able to flush this.” She giggles. I don’t like how she giggled like that.
“Um…”
“Why don’t I show you?”
“A-Ah, I’d rather--” But Shevaun opens the bathroom door as I see an abomination of shit covering the entirety of my toilet. Huge, thick turds piled on top of each other to the point where this pile reaches the height of my nose. The bathroom sink crumbled with the bathroom mirror hanging on by a thread; they too received bits of Shevaun’s dump.
That’s when I see the bathroom walls; or what used to be the bathroom walls. The tiling couldn’t hold its own against the mammoth that is Shevaun’s ass, with every tile cracked or on the ground. The earthly soil originally blocked from the tiles seeps into the bathroom through the cracks and holes. I can’t even recognize this as my bathroom anymore. Shevaun waltzed into my bathroom for only a few minutes now and made absolutely sure the damages will eat at my bank account, just like she did to my bathroom.
Shevaun points to the pile behind her. “See? I tried looking for where to flush, but I couldn’t seem to find it.”
“Uh…th-that’s because you completely covered the toilet in, um…y-yeah.” I sigh, shaking my head. Why did I feel the need to state the obvious? She’s clearly toying with me!
“Oh.” Shevaun can’t help but chuckle at her shitty monstrosity. “Though you don’t mind, do you?” She walks up and gives me that beautiful smile she gave me when I first saw her. It’s making me forget how much I’ll have to clean up later. How could I ever say no to her?
“N-No, don’t mind at all!” I raise my hands up to my chest, giving her a double thumbs-up. “Just glad you’re all done.”
Shevaun tilts her head again. “Done?”
“Wait, wh-what are you talking about?”
“Who ever said anything about me being done?”
“W-Well, y-y-you know…with all of…” I fully stretch out my arms and form a circle to show how huge her load is. “…th-that, I’d assume--”
I’m interrupted by a loud gurgle humming throughout the bunker.
Shevaun takes another step forward as she grins at me. “I’m not done yet.”
“Wh-Wh-Wha…” Not done? What the hell does she mean by ‘not done?’ The thought of her still having more left in the tank has my body slip down to the floor as I look up at Shevaun placing her hands on the wall opposite the bathroom’s entrance. “…what are you doing?”
“What do you mean, ‘what are you doing?’ I thought that since the toilet’s gone, I could use the whole bathroom.” She pulls up her dress to flash her bare ass. “Wouldn’t wanna get that dirty, would we?” She stares down at me, squinting her eyes as she readies herself for another shitstorm.
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As the first massive turd exits Shevaun’s ass, her eyes roll up and her mouth hideously drops with her bottom lip flipped outwards. She stands perfectly still as logs several feet long and wide enough to clog a manhole fill up the bathroom, each one flying at such force they could knock a lamppost down. The walls surrounding the bathroom start to crumble; a large stone breaks off from the wall and falls right by my head. That may have hurt less than the shit Shevaun’s pummeling out of her and forcing the bathroom to deal with.
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This shouldn’t be happening. Things have escalated to such a degree that Shevaun’s turning my bomb shelter into her personal toilet. My mind’s telling me to rush out, but my legs have turned to stone, surprisingly more sturdy and stalwart than the walls of my bunker. I use my arms to crawl away as I see a large turd larger than me sliding out of the bathroom. As I enter the kitchen, I hoist myself back up with the help of the fallen cupboards.
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“Oh, God,” Shevaun laughs, “you’re gonna need to clean the entire bathroom now!”
I shake my head. “Wha…n-no-nooooo, no, no, no.”
“I probably should’ve just said no to the wine, honestly.” Shevaun walks over to me, stepping over the broken plates as she places her hands on her hips. “I’ve been trying to stop myself, but I just couldn’t.” She lets her hand run down my arm. “You don’t mind about the mess, do you?”
“Eh, w-well, m-m-might take a few days to clean up, but I-I should manage!” I take another look at the mess in the kitchen, then back at the bathroom. That mess sure as hell ain’t gonna take just a few days, more like a few weeks at least. All of this is making me feel like a prisoner in my own home. “A-Anyways, let’s just go to sleep, and I’ll get started on--”
Another gurgle, this one louder than the last. Shevaun’s arms wrap around her stomach. “Oooh…” She bites her lip.
My teeth begin to tremble. “Uh…Shevaun? Are you, by any ch-chance…s-still not…done?” To my horror, Shevaun nods. In what world would what she did to the bathroom not be considered done!?
“Yep, not done yet.”
“A-Ah, well, you can use the downstairs bathroom if--”
“Downstairs?” Shevaun hurries to the stairs leading downwards and takes a gander. “I hope this fits.”
“This…fitting?” I turn back to the pantry door. I’m starting to think I have more problems than rodents scouring through my food.
“Bradley, do you have anything important down there?” Shevaun smirks as she squats over the stairs.
“W-W-Well, th-there’s the b-bed--”
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A low-pitched drum reverberates throughout the bunker, sending shockwaves unmatched to Shevaun’s prior expulsions. In a matter of seconds, the kitchen collapses into the floor below as stones and dirt from above drop down with it. Both the bathroom and pantry door snap into pieces. Behind me, sparks fly out of my computer as the computer monitor flashes before going dark.
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As the floor crumbles beneath my feet, I flee over to the bunker entrance as I see how much shit has flooded the basement in the span of only a minute. I can see remnants of what used to be the basement of my bunker, with the downstairs bathroom and my bedroom filled to the brim with gargantuan turds the size of elephants. Enough shit to fertilize a farm or two in the process.
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I peek over at Shevaun adjusting her dress as my body starts to become heavy. “Fuck…this ain’t salvageable.”
Shevaun walks over and grins ear to ear as she notices the damage she caused to my bunker, the hallway she traversed through coincidentally unaffected by her most recent blast. “Wow, isn’t that something?”
“Y-Yeah, I guess.” I nervously chuckle. “But, uh…h-how do I say this?”
“What’s the matter, Bradley?”
“W-Well, you see…” I point to where the couch once was, now in a pile of shit. “…the bunker’s fucked.”
Shevaun gasps. “You’re kidding!”
“I wish.” I sigh. “I know you made arrangements to stay here, but you’re gonna have to find some other place to sleep for the night.”
“And what about you? Are you really gonna spend the night here when everything’s destroyed?”
“Ah, yeah…” I take another look at the mess Shevaun made. I can’t have her following me if this is what I’ll be dealing with. “…I-I’ve got family nearby. They can probably help sort me out.” I sure as hell don’t have any family nearby at all.
“Oh, where are they?”
“A few miles west of here.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I were to tag along?”
“Uh, about that.” I chuckle. “Th-They don’t take too kindly to strangers, especially those wh-who aren’t so…proper.”
“Huh?” Shevaun cocks her eyebrows. “Not proper, you say?”
I start feeling an immense heat coming from Shevaun. “I-I-I m-mean, th-they probably wo-wouldn’t like someone they d-do-don’t really know t-too well come over u-uninvited. Th-They’d probably wanna m-meet you first, preferably in a l-l-laaarge area. Y-You get me, r-right?”
“Mhm, mhm.” Shevaun nods. “Toootally. Totally get you.” Her supposedly assuring words have not turned down the heat.
I back away from Shevaun. “Good…g-good.” I walk towards the bunker’s entrance and climb up the stairs, making my escape into the outdoors.
And that’s when the panic starts to set in. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” My legs tremble as I realize the mounds of shit that came out of Shevaun’s ass covered my necessities. Honest to God, what the hell am I supposed to do now? If I need money, the bank won’t trust me without identification, and currently I’m out of cash. Though it’s more accurate to say that the cash is currently out of reach. Unless I wanna dig into the massive turds inside my bunker, a fate worse than the slowest of deaths.
What about contacting others? My family? My online bunker buddies? My phone’s buried under the weight of a thousand logs as well! I need to let the others know about this Shevaun woman. This bombshell bomb shelter bomber, who can in just a few farts, take your perfectly healthy bunker into one in critical condition. On top of that, her dumps that make it nigh impossible to save anything for yourself, turning your life into the nomadic one like hers.
This isn’t the kind of life I want to live.
“Oh, hey there,” Shevaun says as she exits the bunker, “what’s the plan?”
I can’t help but stammer over my words as I feel a sharp gaze from Shevaun cutting at my throat. “A-Ah, uh, um…” I walk over to her. “…th-the bunker. I-I’m planning on cleaning it up tonight.”
“That’s your plan?” Shevaun places her hands on her hips. “We’re not gonna find another place to hang for the night?”
“H-How do I say this?” My teeth start to chatter. “I-If we’re gonna rent a hotel, or buy food…w-w-we’re gonna need--”
Another impressively loud gurgle shakes the ground, one stopping me dead in my tracks as I enter the bunker. I look back at Shevaun, who’s mirroring my movements. She has that evil smirk on her face—the same one from her basement-destroying shit from earlier—like she knows what’s soon to come.
“You might wanna move,” Shevaun says, pulling her dress up, “I don’t wanna see you get swept up.”
I step out of the bunker. “W-W-Wait…y-you mean…”
“Yep. Not, done, yet.” Shevaun bites her lip, followed by a small grunt, then a noise so extreme that it has me crawling for safety.
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Like she did to my bathroom and my basement, Shevaun unleashes such a shit so powerful it barrels down the stairs of my bunker, blocking any possible way to enter. It slithers out like a supersized anaconda on steroids, brutalizing the walls with such force they widen to accommodate the monster coming out of Shevaun’s asshole. All the while she stands in front of the bunker’s entrance, eyes closed, cheeks puffed, her hands on her thighs, relieving herself in such an uncouth way it would ban her from every public restroom in the country, if not the world. God forbid she ever decides to travel overseas to let out shits this huge.
But with the slightest lick of her lips, that’s when the real shitstorm arrives.
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Shevaun has now fully blocked the bunker’s entrance, and her never-ending shit looks to double in size, blowing the entrance away. Beneath me, the earth trembles as the grass and nearby plants wilt from the smell. Shevaun’s shits soar into the air as they flip and turn with such movements they could make circus members green with envy. About a hundred yards away is the start of the formation of a small hill, designed by the one and only Shevaun, using her several-meter-long turds that could fit a dozen cars inside each one.
Maybe I should’ve built a second exit after all, but having told Shevaun about it she would’ve most likely torn that one down as well.
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As the hill grows, the turds only creep closer. My arms and legs are stuck to the ground as the tremors keep me in place, forcing me to stare in awe at the soon-to-be mountain that is Shevaun’s shit.
Soon-to-be mountain?
My eyes widen. My heart races as if it’s running the final heat of a relay trying to catch up to first. My mind traces back to that one weird article stating these manure mountains were “woman-made,” and now I fully believe that story to be true. And now I know who that woman is.
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As “small” bits of shit dribble out of Shevaun’s ass, she moans in ecstasy. “Oooh, God yesss!”
I take a quick glance at her and catch her staring at me. She knows she’s beaten me. I know she’s beaten me. She knows that I know that she’s beaten me, and that if I were to try and fight back, then I would find myself deep inside one of Shevaun’s shitty mountains. I let the devil into my life, and now she’s toying with it like it’s another city to tear down with her unrelenting, dense turds.
Shevaun brings her hands into the air, accentuating her breasts as she gazes at the nearby city. “Mmm…such bright lights, don’t you think?”
“Uh, y-yeah. B-But, um, on m-more important matters…” I point to the large mound of shit that came out of Shevaun’s ass. “…th-tha-that…” I draw another large circle with my arms. “…th-thing! H-How? And wh-why?”
“Oooh, don’t worry, Bradley. I was never planning on hurting you. I just needed to let out a small load, that’s all.”
“S-S-S…S-Small!?”
“I thought you knew.” Shevaun walks over to me. Despite our similar heights, she feels several feet taller than I am right now. “News articles all over. I’m certain you’ve read them, right?” And she begins rattling off some of the more well-known articles shared on the news and the internet. “‘March Madness, More Like Manure Mayhem!’ ‘Homeless Count Reaches Over 1,000,000.’ ‘How Long Do We Have Until The Entire World Is Filled?’ ‘Safest Places In America.’ ‘How To Tell If Your House Is Sturdy Enough, And Why It 100% Is Not.’”
“A-Ah, don’t t-tell me…that these m-mountains, a-are your doing. Are they?”
All Shevaun does is smile at me, the biggest, brightest one of the night. “Surpriiise!”
“No, n-no…” This can’t be happening! How did I not see this earlier? Shevaun outright admits to turning much of North America into her dumping grounds without a second thought. An hour ago, I was perfectly fine, living my best life. And now, Shevaun’s gone and steamrolled through everything I own and more. My bunker is in shambles in ways that no repair job can properly fix the damage. I stare at the nearby city, knowing it most likely will be Shevaun’s next victim.
“I gotta say, I’m very appreciative for all the food you gave me.”
“H-Huh? Food, I just gave you…nooooo.” It hits me. The rodent problem I thought I had never existed in the first place. Instead, I let in a much worse monster into my bunker that ransacked my pantry to hell and back and ate almost everything in sight.
“And that wine? I don’t really get such great-tasting wine for cheap. And oooh boy, do I feel it right now.”
“N-No, Shevaun ,you’ve gotta stop this--” Another rumble shakes the ground, a not-so-calm rumble before an angry, fiery storm.
“Ah.” Shevaun rubs her stomach. “Looks like I’m not done yet.”
“Please, y-you’ve gotta…” But I see her turn her ass towards the city and bend down, ready for her booty to cannon what most likely will be the largest shit I’ll ever see in my life. “…oh fuck.”
“Say, Bradley. How much of the city do you think I’ll be able to bury?”
“I-I hope none of it.”
“None? Oooh, I’m sure none of the city will be left standing once I’m done with it.” In the war of being done, I’m quite certain Shevaun will always come out as the victor. She has perfected the art of turning each city and town she visits into her little playground where she takes in the local cuisine and turns it into dumps so massive, so gargantuan it’s quite a wonder how it’s scientifically possible. Nobody has stopped her, no matter the size of the force against her. She’ll find a way to get what she wants.
And now she’s about to do it again.
Shevaun winks at me as she pulls up her dress. “Get ready!” I’m more ready to run for my life, but by the time I think to escape from this hellscape, Shevaun goes off.
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I have never seen such a massive object come out of someone’s asshole in my entire life. The automatic dictionary in my head cannot pick out the perfect word for such a mass that it dwarfs all of Shevaun’s previous dumps by at least tenfold. It shoots out of her at such speeds she places herself in a downward dog position as the shit hurls into the sky, creating a parabolic shape while the end descends into the city.
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The moment her shit hits the earth, a loud crashing sound booms outward as the magnitude rises, sending me down onto my butt. I watch as Shevaun engulfs the sky with her ever-growing mound of shit that continues to bury the nearby city with ease. Cracks form in the ground while the dense, thick dump sinks it deeper and deeper toward the Earth’s core. Nearby pipes burst from below as the water spewing out of it turns into a brownish liquid. Almost every building and skyscraper I catch my eye on crumbles from the power of Shevaun’s ass, the heat from her shit combined with the dust from her “demolitions” form to create a brownish fog throughout the city.
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As more poop piles on top of the city, the more I start to see the formation of one of Shevaun’s signature mountains, one that already has reached three-hundred feet in height. I honestly have no idea how she was able to aim her ass at the city and nuke it from so far away while continuing to maintain statuesque form during such a self-committed commotion. The only thing keeping me up is my will to live and not possibly be buried under the weight of one of Shevaun’s turds.
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I glance over at Shevaun, whose face has ecstasy and arousal painted all over it, yet also exudes angst and repulsion. She’s cocking her left eyebrow, eyes wide maniacally open, and revoltingly biting her lip. While her turd mountain climbs and climbs, troves of cars and other automobiles flash their lights in the distance as they try and flee from the city. Not that I can hear them though; the only thing ringing through my ears is the ungrateful, most ungodly dump that has ever graced my eyes.
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I don’t know how long this has lasted, but at this point, Shevaun has levelled the entire city, replacing it with a mountain so large oblivious tourists would spend the day hiking it. Future generations would marvel at such a spectacle and share folk stories about its creation. Parents reading to their children, and campers retelling tales of the past. How a fiery, red-headed goddess strolled through the country, taking deuces as she pleased, turning wherever she went into her personal little playground before moving onto the next one.
I sure as hope at that point she isn’t around to torture all of us with her otherworldly powers.
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The constant roaring of Shevaun’s ass, alongside the massive, malodorous mountain in the distance sends me into a foggy trance. Colors blur together as the earthquake echoes in my ears. My body slowly starts losing function, unable to move, unable to escape this hellish nightmare. I begin to feel my throat close up from the constant inhaling of the most toxic, ruthless gas I’ve ever tasted in my life. My nostrils have reached temperatures comparable to an active volcano, though it doesn’t help that I’m only mere meters away from the most active one of all.
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And with that, the sound of Shevaun’s deadly dump dies down, echoing into the sky to scare anyone else nearby. But with her ceasing fire for the time being, I can hear the flames of scared, panicked civilians rushing out of the city. Faint screams and wails, blaring sirens, and the post-dump destruction of any building within the area haunt my already-crying eardrums. My eyelids come a hair from closing as my chest heats up from the pressure.
“Oooh, that one hurt,” Shevaun says without a care in the world. I can make out her rubbing her ass, staring at me, but nothing more.
I slowly lean backwards onto the grass beneath me. “Hurt? I-I feel like I’m dying here!”
“Nooo, don’t be silly!” Shevaun chuckles as she walks over. “I’m right here. You’re doing just fine! Just--”
The ground beneath me goes through another tremor, one more powerful than the others. I shake my head. This can’t be happening. I just witnessed Shevaun take a dump so fucking huge, so fucking apocalyptic, she tore down an entire city in the span of minutes, outright increasing the potential an earthquake can cause.
I can’t take this anymore. I don’t want to deal with such a beast. It doesn’t matter how off-the-charts sexy this red-headed demoness is, she’s thrown me through every layer of hell and back thousands of times over, and I can tell she’s planning on doing so a thousand times more. A thousand more strenuous times.
I reach out for her, yet my left arm shakes before falling to the ground with a loud thud. “Ugh…She…Shev…”
“Gosh, I do wish you’d be awake for this one, Bradley.” Shevaun’s voice rings through my head as if I found myself inside the inner workings of a clock tower striking on the hour. “But I still see some glimmer in your eyes, so I’ll leave you with one parting gift.” She bends down as her hands rest on my chest, her ass facing upwards with her usual sly grin forming across her face. With a roll of her eyes, she bites her bottom lip as I watch my life slip away with one more explosion.
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It doesn’t take a second for my vision to turn brown as Shevaun mauls my ears with the screams of the undead and a million foghorns going off out of tune. This isn’t something I want to witness, nor live through. If this is how I go out, then so be it. I’d rather have my brain kept pure from seeing whatever monstrosity Shevaun produces than to keep my body chugging along a broken, dirty road.
I let my head fall to the ground and close my eyes, the sounds of Shevaun’s asshole growing quieter by the second. Within a minute, pure darkness.
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My body feels heavy, as if it had been run over by a convoy for an entire day. My hands and legs have no energy and can barely move from their position. As I attempt to open my eyes, I find myself laying down in a hospital bed inside a spacious hospital room facing a small television situated at the top of the wall. To my left is a square window, giving me a quaint view of the empty parking lot, and an open door to my right.
I try to twist my head to the right as I feel muscles pop, which has my heart drop—how did I end up in a hospital?
I play back the events of the previous day. I spent my time chatting with others online and didn’t go out much due to the events of those “manure mountains” popping up all over, yet I don’t remember dealing with the earthquakes. The only thing I can recall is looking up articles late in the day about recent events and if I could find any leads, but my memories stop there.
What could’ve happened in between then and now for me to be in excruciating pain inside a hospital? A hospital for crying out loud! If I found myself in the dumps for some reason and was close to ground zero for the next upcoming formations, then who—or what—would’ve been able to drag me over to a hospital and get me a bed to stay in? Nothing about this makes any sort of sense at all, as if sense found its way to the other side of the continent and swam all the way across the ocean. It’s far long gone.
Most likely drowned, too. No way to salvage it.
The sound of footsteps outside the room breaks me out of my thoughts as a young, curvy red-headed woman in a skimpy red dress strolls into my room, her smile radiating across her face and brightens the room. She waves at me as she walks over to my bed, bending slightly forward.
Though her enamoring beauty has me forget for a few seconds where I am. “H-Hi, um…ma’am.” I try to crack a smile. “Y-You don’t look like a nurse.”
The woman chuckles. “Oh, how silly of you. I’m just here to visit!”
“Ah, uh…th-thanks, but…do I know you?”
She cocks her eyebrow at me. “Huh? I mean…oh, well, I’m not sure if you remember, but more mountains formed last night, and you almost got swept up in one of them.”
My eyes widen, the thought of what could’ve happened jolting my limbs back to life. “Wh-Wh…What are you talking about?”
“It was quite unexpected, you see.” The woman places her hands onto the side of my bed. “I was out and about walking around late at night, when suddenly, the ground beneath me started to shake. A small, brown hill formed in the middle of a grassy field. Like, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It tore down some small structure, too; it seemed it led down to somewhere!”
“Wait, d-down somewhere?”
“Yeah! I couldn’t believe it either, yet my curiosity got the better of me and I got closer to what was going on, and the ground shook again! And then…boom!” The woman’s hands fly into the air as she makes a circle with her hands before they land back onto the bed. “The start of a mountain. The city goes down; every building in sight crumbles, all the roads crash, and people are fleeing in every direction possible. It was crazy, I tell you!”
I shake my head; my worries of the mountains actually having formed coming to light. “N-No, that can’t be.”
“But that’s not all.” The woman smirks at me. “I thought that would be the end of it, but after a few minutes, an even larger mountain formed! I swear that thing was suuuper big, like, it was probably three times as big as the previous one. The earth opened up and split the city into two, yet it didn’t stop whatever was creating the mountain. Any tourist who’d find themselves looking at it wouldn’t know there was a city buried beneath all that.”
My face turns cold. “N-Nobody got hurt, did they?”
“Oh, no, but the hospital’s packed with people.”
“Packed?” I take another gander at my room. “Yet I’m the only one here?”
“Yeaaah, about that. Once that final mountain propped up, I saw you lying down right by it, and knew I had to make sure you’d be okay. I wouldn’t know what would happen to you if I just left you there! Not to mention the smell—a combination of dead carcases and burning waste—it almost caused me to pass out! So I carried you over to the nearest road, found an empty car with the keys still inside, and floored it to the hospital. Quite the bumpy ride, I must say. I had to take a few stops myself!
“Once I got you to the hospital, the workers took one look at you and immediately sent you up here. You seemed to have it worse than the others and they gave you a private room to compensate.”
“O-Oh, God.” My heart starts to race. How the hell did I pass out? What was I doing last night to do something so stupid as to go outside during such a storm? Was something calling for me outside? Did I need a breath of fresh air? Is my bunker okay?
My bunker? The thought of my bunker going down is the last thing I need on my mind right now. I reach into my pockets for my phone—it’s not there. Shit. Hopefully the workers took it for safety purposes.
I turn back to the woman. “Say, uh…you got a phone on you? I-I need to make an urgent call, and it looks like I don’t have mine on me.”
“Ah, I’m so sorry,” she says shaking her head, “I don’t have one on me either.”
“It’s fine, i-it’s fine. You got the time though?”
“Just after one.”
I nod. “Gotcha. So I’ve been here for what, about half a day it seems?”
“Yep.”
“And you were here this whole time?”
“Weeell…when I walked over with the workers to your room, I saw a bunch of people lying down in others, probably ten, twenty in each room. Some wired up to all sorts of different equipment. They had to create makeshift beds because they ran out of the ones in here, having to call some in from other places.” The woman sighs. “After I left you to rest and the workers went about their business, I just walked around the hospital at night, exploring the different rooms, seeing what the place has to offer. Nobody came to bother me as they were busy with more important stuff. Not my kind of scenery though, I’d rather be outside.”
“Same.”
“After my walk, I came back here and took a snooze. Didn’t wake up until morning, and by then I was quite hungry.” She brings herself closer to my ear and starts whispering. “So I took some of the hospital food and ate it.” She chuckles as she brings herself back to her original position, her large breasts grazing my face in the process. “And when I mean some, I mean only the good stuff. I was super hungry.”
“Mhm, mhm.”
“And then I ran down to this small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant that I heard good things about, so I had a few things there too.”
“That’s good--” Before I’m able to get another word out, the room shakes for five seconds as hospital equipment and the bed jostle around before settling down. “Uh…”
“Oh…” The woman groans. “…gosh, I thought I was all out.”
“A-All out?”
“You don’t know?” She grins at me. “I’m not done yet.”
My head flies back into my pillow. “Y-You’re not…” The memories from last night return. From a fiery red-headed woman taking shelter in my bunker, only to destroy it and the city in the process. She buried my personal belongings with her ungodly piles of shit no human could ever think to push out. Everything I own is deep inside a monster I’m not ready to take on, but I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.
This isn’t some ordinary woman. This is Shevaun.
I shake my head as I point to the door. “Leave. Now!”
“Aaaw, Bradleyyy,” Shevaun says with a sad pout across her face, “you really want me to leave?”
“Absolutely!”
“But I came here for you.” Shevaun clasps her hands. “You wouldn’t mind if I stayed a little longer, would you?”
“I do--” Another rumble throughout the room, this one slightly larger as the television sways along the wall. The realization of what Shevaun could do if I fight too hard hits me, and I calm down. “I-I, um…y-yeah, you can stay.”
“Oh, great!” Shevaun walks over to my right, facing the wall, bending forward as she hikes up her skirt. “You know, Bradley…I thought it’d be rude to leave without giving you a little goodbye present. You never really got the one I gave you last night.”
“I-I-I’m perfectly fine without a g-goodbye present, okay?”
Shevaun pins her gaze at me. “Don’t worry, Bradley. It’ll just be a little one.” As she presses her hands onto the wall, I realize how “little” Shevaun’s gift for me really is.
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In an instant, I watch as a large, brown mound flies past my bed, crashing into the opposite wall and piling out into the parking lot, taking much of the hospital equipment down with it. Shevaun’s stare turns into a banshee-ridden terror with her eyes rolled where I can see almost only white and her tongue sticking out. The floor shakes my bed around while Shevaun forces me to listen to another one of her tunes, this time a horrendous mish mash of an erupting volcano burning its way through creeking metal. My new view outside puts me at far from ease when I see my room multiple floors from the ground; a jump from this high would surely result in a rather shitty end, and I have zero intentions on actually falling face first into Shevaun’s waste.
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My nose reddens from the lava-hot toxic garbage scent filling my hospital room, with the stench most likely spreading throughout the building. It brings me back to last night’s bunker and city demolishment as Shevaun’s fetid stink wraps its nauseating fingers around my throat, closing my airways with such force my body struggles to move. All I can do is watch Shevaun’s ferocious dump turn the hospital into another one of her personal toilets, a list I know sure has no end.
I do wish she decided one day to end this debauchery.
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Once Shevaun decides enough is enough, I hear screams of other people coming from other rooms in the hospital. Select cars outside have their alarms go off, with others exploding from the immense pressure of Shevaun’s backside production. The television drops into the thick, dense shit, as the heat melts it while sinking inside.
“Gosh, wasn’t that wonderful?” Shevaun says, rubbing her stomach. “Gonna have to go someplace else to release the rest of it.”
My face goes numb hearing Shevaun say those words. “Th-Th-The…The r-rest?”
“You know me too well, Bradley.” Shevaun seductively waves at me. “I’m still not done yet.”