Slave Ball
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, FART/BUTT FETISHISM, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

My life as a Slave Ball had most of my senses mute to the stink of smaller Goddesses. FFRRRHHAAPPPTTT! The Goddess farted on me and I barely registered it at first. The rumbling of her asshole across my nose and the onion scented stench just didn’t leave much of a mark on me these days. She rubbed her creamy white cheeks up and down my face, taunting me with her stench. In a way, it was almost playful compared to what I had to endure. I considered slowly stroking it underneath her. Suddenly, the door to her office opened. “Bad news, Clara. We got a batch of flat balls out here.” BBLLRRRRBBLLBB. She didn’t seem too phased by the news. “What happened?” she asked in a dull tone. “We had a Giantess slip into the ball pit. Crushed the whole batch of slaves right quick.” Clara laughed, rubbing her asscrack against my face once more. “Don’t worry. Tell them the show will go on. I always have a spare.” FFLLLRRBBPPTT! With that, she rose off me. I sniffed in the last of her beany fart...it might be the closest thing I would come to fresh air.

Two Goddesses dragged me to a nearby tarp. I was thrown to the ground, with the pair of them squatting over me. True to Slave Ball form, the ball preparation began. I felt their cold piss coating me in seconds. “Ahhh, can’t wait to see this match.” said one Goddess taking aim at my face. “Yeah, have you seen the matchup? Titanic Toot Tina versus The Beaninator. God I wish I had bodies like that!” said the other. A sly fart escaped her ass; she continued coating me the second later. “Well, maybe not EXACTLY like them. I hear The Beaninator has a top wind speed of 200 MPH. Not exactly safe for gassing slaves, am I right?” The Goddess above me giggled, drooping her ass above me. “Yeah, you're telling me. I couldn’t bear it if my slave was torn up by that. Slave Ball is a dangerous sport. I don’t know how these little guys do it!” BBRRLLLLLRRBBB! She farted in my face. I took it as a sign of good luck rather than torment...I needed some good luck.

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The Stadium was huge. It needed to be to seat it’s 15 thousand fans...and its two opponents. I was marched to the middle of the playing field. It was hard to miss the players.

Titanic Toot Tina was waving at the crowd, smiling in all her glory. She was monstrous, able to crush the whole 10 rows of seated Goddesses with her lightly tanned ass. Her big brown eyes saw me on the playing field. She giggled, then began taunting me, rubbing her pussy for effect. I watched her asshole stretch in anticipation. She wouldn’t dare fart before playing time-but it didn’t help to taunt her opponent a little.

The Beananator was more reserved. She sat idle, legs spread and asscheeks wide. She was black and a little larger in size. Of course, I thought they both were huge. The Beananator plunged her fingers into her butthole, stretching them for practice. She paused, then dug her finger along her asscrack. She came up with a slave from her fingers. A popped ball. The officials came and carried the poor boy off the field...if he was a boy, I couldn’t even see the pulp from this far away.

The Goddess who sat on me earlier came on the mike. “Ladies and Goddesses! Welcome to our round four tournament of Slave Ball!” The crowd erupted in cheers, eager to see me subdued against the will of these mighty asses. “Tonight we have Titanic Toot Tina versus The Beanenator!” The respective Giantesses waved in pleasure. I couldn’t help but pay attention to how stinky this field was with their asses pointed at me. “Rules are simple. Fart until the slave touches your opponent's ass! No moving, no outside help! Just the strain of your asses to better your opponent!” I fazed out to the rest of her speech. Titanic Toot Tina was blowing kisses at me. The Beaninator just smiled, stretching her asscheeks with her hand. They were both ready for battle. Before I knew it, it had begun.

“On your marks...get set...FART!” The stadium erupted in applause and cheering. Then, two monstrous Giantess farts.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAALLLLLLPTTTTTTTTTTT! PPPRRRRRROOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! I was assaulted with stink from both sides. My ears were ringing as their gas lifted me in both directions. This was how it always began. Both sides unleashed their worst, in order to not be instantly beat. The whole ordeal was over 15 seconds long. I was thrown around like a ragdoll, caught in a swirling shit-storm of fart air.

The momentum ceased and I was dropped to the ground hard. I hear both of them grunting, readying themselves for another fart. Titanic Toot Tina took the lead. BBBBLLLRRRRAAAAAPBBBTTTTTT! A fiesty cauliflower force pushed me towards The Beaninaor’s asscheeks. The smell was awful. But it would soon get worse. FFFRRRRRLLLLOOOOOPPPTTT! With a relieved sigh, the Beaninator relieved her booty on me. I was pushed back towards Titanic Toot Tina, a trail of spicy fart behind me. It was a good strategy. The Beaninator saved her energy to launch me only 20 feet from Tina. She smiled and I watched her asshole prolapse. FFFLLRRAAAAPPPTT! A tiny, forceful fart sent me flying towards midfield. Both of them grunted and the kickoff process came again.

FFFFFAAAAALLRRPPPPPTTTBBBTTT! BBLLLRRRLLBBBPPBLLLBBBTTTT! 10 more seconds of furious ass ripping left me at a stinky tug of war. This time, The Beaninator won. I was placed at Tina’s feet again, her ass not so far away. She leaned to the side at let loose. PPPPRRRRRRRLLLPTTTTTT! The angled fart shot me sky high. BBLLLLRRRLLLLBBBBB! The Beaninator missed me and I could see her fart cloud ripple through the grass. She decided to lift her ass and follow Titanic Tina’s footsteps. Just as soon as I’d have landed on her asscrack, The Beanenator let loose. PPPRRROOOOOOTTT! I was launched in the sky, volleyed back to Titanic Toot Tina. Unfortunately, Tina’s retaliation was silent. I hit the ground quite hard- her eggy gas fell down on me, bringing insult to injury. I didn’t have much time to rest.

FFRRRRRRRAAAAPPPPTTTT! A violent fart shot out her asshole and I was in The Beaninator’s court again. She simply flexed her asshole in and out, saving herself for a larger fart. Titanic Toot Tina flexed as well, taunting her opponent. I watched as The Beaninator’s ass towered over me. BBBBRRRRLBBBBBLLBB! Her fart sent me tumbling towards Titanic Toot Tina...who had a strategy of her own. As I landed at her feet, she grunted. FFSSRRRSPHHHHTTTT! Mountainous pounds of liquid diarrhea sprayed on me in an arc. My vision became cloudy as she buried me in her acid, shit stench. “Ahhh,” she sighed, her booty resting on the ground to rest.

It was a good strategy. As she rested, The Beaninator farted at full force, trying to dislodge me from my torment. BBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPTT! FFLLRRPPPLLLRRPPTT! It was no good, the shitpile was too great. I coughed and gagged, with the additional methane flying my way. Being the ball was pure torment. I heard a gurgle, then Titanic Toot Tina took her turn. BBBBRRRRRRROOOMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTT! A monumental storm of death flung her shit,(along with me) across the field like a rocket. Finally, this game would be over! If I didn’t get a concussion and die from hitting the Beaninator’s ass, maybe I could just succumb to the stench of her ass instead. No such luck.

Quick as a flash, The Beanenator gave a quick toot in my direction. PPRRRRRPPPPPP! It wasn’t much, but it suspended me. I was falling towards her asshole when I saw what she was hiding...and it was big. FFPPRRTT! A tiny fart gave way to a massive log she was peddling inside. I was mere feet from her asshole. Through my weakened state, I tried to end the game and touch her asshole...no such luck. Her furious grunted pushed the turd further and further. I rode her rocket of shit across the field...my god it was long. The crowd went wild at this marvel. Two Goddesses of nature, pushing their bowels to the limit. I was stuck to her shit, watching Titanic Toot Tina’s ass get ever closer. Her eyes showed desperation and her asshole retaliated furiously. BBBBBAAAAAPPPTTTT! FFFFLLLAAARRPPPTTTT! PPRRRRSSSSSHHHTTT! An onslaught of farts pushed against me as The Beaninator continued her pilgrimage across the field. Titanic Toot Tina gassed me to the breaking point. I felt my very being become the scent of onions and stale gravy. PPRRRPPPSSSSSSS! She laid out a silent fart, all she had left to defend herself. I coughed as I came closer and closer to her shit-stained butthole. It stood frozen, afraid to push out in fear of touching the ball. The Beaninator grunted.

The turd finally pinched off and I dropped directly underneath Titanic Toot Tina’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. The game was still on. With a relieved laugh, Titanic Toot Tina rose her ass above me. I gulped as the game continued. PPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTT! I was shot across the field again. BBBRRLLLRRBBBB! Titanic Toot Tina pushed onwards. FFRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPTTTT! One beefy fart sent me cascading towards The Beaninator’s ass. I landed square in her asscrack. She lay down in defeat on top of me. I listened to the crowds cheering and laughter as The Beaninator crushed me with her ass- she was too tired to get up. I prayed to god she wouldn’t squish me like she had the other balls. I felt my bones crack as her asshole puckered above me. The shit interior almost glued me inside, sealing me against her strong, musty smell. PPPPRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS! The Beaninator gave me a hot SBD and fully collapsed her booty on top of me. I barely made it out of her ass alive.

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The infirmary wasn’t all that bad. I got to have a few hot nurses look after me. The pain was unbearable, but at least the nurses only farted on my face. The Regional Manager Goddess entered, dismissing the nurse having me lick her ass. “Good news, we got a new batch of balls in.” she said, taking her rightful place on my head. “Unfortunately, we don’t have enough to cover the college section yet. I’m going to have you rotate in that league until we can find some more.” PPHHHHHRRRRAAAATTTT! I shuddered as her fart entered my nose. Somehow I had regained my sense of disgust towards regular Goddesses. “See you later, slave. Get well!” She left the room.

My eyes gazed at the TV screen placed there for my “enjoyment”. It played the highlights from the College league practices. Those were some big women...and huge asses. Slave Ball was a dangerous sport.

 

College Games

Slave Ball was the greatest spectator sport ever devised by Goddess-kind. It not only showed off the power of the Giantesses, but the skill and depth they could control their farts. Being a Ball for over 2 years, I can honestly say I’m shocked I’ve made it this long.

BBBBLLLLLLLPPPPTTTTTTT! My arms flailed wildly as Fadila’s fart blew my skywards into the air. The rush of noxious gas was only fumigated by my fast ascent into the heavens. Any Giantess could fart a man my size across the horizon. Fadila, on the other hand, was tooting for skill. I braced for impact as I fell once more. Right as I reached the apex of stink between her crack, another deafening fart unleashed. FFFFLLLBBBBBBRRTT! That one was much more aggressive and I flew higher, but still in reach of her ass’s propulsion. While spinning I caught a glimpse of Fadila’s face, contorted into a grunt. She lay on her back, her darker skinned booty flush with the air, constantly ready to fire. I fell once more, the gravity and motion sickness making her corn dog flavored farts all the more nauseating. Once more I braced for impact...and actually hit something. “Dammit!” she cried. My landing coursed itself upon her asshole. I was actually glad it was shaped the way it was. Most Giantesses just had a crater; Fadila’s asshole was more like an outie belly button. It created a bounce house sort of cushion for me to land on. I felt her push in and out and I held on for dear life, hoping she wouldn’t suck me in with each retract. Not only was her butt quite large, but that extra layer of meat on her asshole would add another barrier of challenge to escape from. “Shit! Well geuss that’s it for today, Slave Ball.” she said. I gasped as she closed her legs, sealing her buttcheeks around me. I was trapped in a world of lingering stench while she wrote around on her nearby notepad. “Don’t...try...corn. Not good for blasting material. Hmmmm, beef, or salad? Extra dressing?” she wrote. Fadila was a power player in Slave Ball, but also took it intellectually,(or as intellectually as you could take it, I geuss). I suffered a few more minutes of farting and butthole clenching while she finalized her notes. “Alright Slave Ball, see you in the morning.” she said, plucking me out and placing me in my cage. “Can’t wait,” I mumbled under my breath as she walked out the door.

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I’d been unfortunate enough to participate in the professional Slave Ball league. Let me tell you, those Giantesses don’t fuck around. But the College Games were no joke either.

An Amazon led me by chain onto the stadium field. I turned my gaze to the crowd of thousands of Goddesses, laughing and pointing at me. I never really got used to the name calling. “Hey dickhead, Grace wins or we’re coming for you!” “Nice penis, does your mom fuck you with that?”. Trust me, there was worse, along with a couple of booty taunting thrown my way. In the back of my mind, I always wished there was one girl out there who would say to herself, “Gosh, that Slave Ball is kind of cute. Want to see if we can get him out of this torture?” Hey, I’m not stupid; a guy is perfectly capable of dreaming.

PPPRRRRLLBBBTT! The Amazon farted harshly in my face and I was dumbstruck enough to walk into the back of her pants. “Go to centerfield. Wait for the fart in the microphone,” were her instructions. I watched her walk away as I shook my head, trying to escape my reality and the previous smell of drying fish and eggs.

I breathed in my momentary freedom. Someone had actually cleaned the grass and the stadium smelt kind of decent. That would change very soon. “Ladies and slaves, welcome to week three of The Goddess Institution presentation of Slave Ball!” came a voice from the loudspeaker. The crowd cheered and chanted, becoming as enthusiastic as their ringleader on the mic. “This week we have a match up against the beautiful Fadila and the delightful Grace!” The crowd cheered as Grace’s name came up. I had figured she was the crowd favorite...until I felt the ground shake.

Grace had come on the field a little too early to showboat. I cowered as she twerked above the crowd. They went nuts, or rather, they were nuts as her ass covered an entire set of the bleachers! BBBRRRRRRPPPPTTT! She let loose upon the crowd; normally, that would be a disqualification, but this was College Ball. She smiled down at me and wafted her scent towards me with her hand. I coughed as a rank odor of beef and potatoes swirled around me. Grace was a country favorite, with her blonde hair and plump white booty. I was plenty disappointed I was not allowed to move as she took her place on the field, her legs spread apart to show off her asshole. There was no trace of cleanliness on it, with still caked on shit lining the crack and ingrown hairs around her asshole. She laughed as I turned away from her horror scene. The crowd joined in, eager to see me puke at their amusement.

Fadila came in more sibley. She looked confident, but terrified by her opponent. I prayed that she would just let Grace win so I could go back to my cage in one piece. “On your mark, get set….PPRROOOTT!” It seems I wouldn’t make it out that easy.

FFFFLLLLLAAAAABBBTTT! PPRRRLLLBBBBBBBTTT! As with the start of every match, the two fired off their strongest right at me. I was ascending as two walls of conflicting, but horrendous smells punched at me, practically tearing off my skin with their hot, eggy stench. Fadila tilted her booty upward, and I flew towards Grace. Grace was not caught off guard. Before I could say “ew” she let out a thunderous toot. BBBLLLBBOORRPT! Halfway across the map, I felt her fart again. PPPLLBBRRRTTT! I changed speed as the extra chicken flavored fart pushed me faster. Fadila pressed her booty upwards. PPRRLLBBB! A small fart kept me airbound, just above her asshole. PPPLRRRRRRRBBBBBBBB! Fadila grunted as a sustained fart kept me elevated above her asshole. My eyes were burning as her spicy fart whisked past me. Her fart grew quieter and I began to ascend. But then I heard a more gruesome sound. Grace’s asshole began producing a log the size of a dump truck. I watched Fadila’s eyes light up as she clenched for another fart. “No wait it’s-!” Before I could protest Fadila let loose, sending me towards Grace’s trap. BBBRRRRRAAAABLLTT!

My vision blurred by the haze of the fart but I knew what Grace was up to. By now, she would have quickly sunk the shit back into her asshole. My suspicions were confirmed as a thundering fart came my way. PPRRRRAAALBBBBTTT! Her booty was angled low and I crashed into the ground beneath her. I groaned in agony...something was DEFINITLEY broken. Another trip to the infirmary...or maybe a grave. I saw Grace laugh above me as her booty arched above me. The turd had come back, this time in full force.

“Ugh!” FFRRLLBBBTT! The fart launched the massive shit to coil on top of me. I was surrounded in a brick ton of her shit. Through the cheers of the crowd I could hear Fadila send a few farts my way to dislodge me. It was no use. I was trapped in her brick wall of shit. Maybe this was Grace’s strategy? To suffocate me so I could give Fadila no more tips and tricks. As my mouth and eyelids coated with the feces I could hear a large grumble and the crowds roar. That wasn’t her plan at all. FFFFRRLLLBBBTTTTTTTT! The shit dissipated with me in it. Grace’s fart launched me towards Fadila at rocket speed, with a platoon of shit specks following me. Fadila’s asshole fired to shoot down the air attack. BBRRRROOPPMMTT! PPLLLBBBBBTTT! FFRRRRRBBBBTTT! Each cluster of shit specks was flung away...except mine. Then… PPWWWWMBBBLLPPTTT! I felt Grace’s fart expertly hit my back. It threw me off course towards her left buttcheek and on course towards her stinkhole. Everything happened too fast...way too fast.

I could hear the crowd cheering as my head spun. There was nothing but the smell of shit and the rank smell of none other than Fadila’s asshole. I was surrounded by darkness when it came to me. Grace had not only shot me at Fadila...but in her. “God...Goddammit.” I heard Fadila mutter, out of breath. BBBRRRRPPPPPBBBBBB! Her asshole let out a sad, bubbly fart at her defeat. Somehow I had enough energy to make it into fright or flight mode. My lungs were filled to the brim with her hot, eggy toot. I clamored for the light at the end of her stink tunnel, but her asshole grabbed hold of me. I lay there defenseless as she choked the life out of me.

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I don’t know if I mentioned it...I probably have. Anyway, I really am lucky to survive asses such as that. It seems my life can have no escape from them. FFRRRLLBBBTT! No escape.

Nurse Sadie bent closer to my face as her huge Amazon hands covered my genitals. Normally, I’d appreciate a handjob from any woman...but she wasn’t a normal woman...and this wasn’t a normal handjob. PPRRRBBLLTTT! My eyes teared up as another sour fart filled my face. The gas was to keep my heart rate up and my senses primed. There was no use of using a deflated Slave Ball. Where would the fun be without torturing an innocent tiny like myself? FFFLLLBBBBBTTTT! I watched her dark brown asshole pucker out at me again. “C’mon Slave Boy, I got two other balls to get to today. Let’s get it going.” said Nurse Sadie. The handjob was to keep me from any sexual deviancy during my training. I stared into the Nurse’s asshole, glad that I wasn’t one of those “fart lovers”. PPRRRLLSSHBBTTT! Her asshole splashed a wet fart in my face, knocking my boner down yet another level. I had enough of these Goddesses, I swear. Nurse Sadie tugged harder. “C’mon, faster you come, faster you can rest.” BBLLLBBBBBBBB! And the faster you can get out of my face, I thought as her bean flavored toot wrapped around me and stunk up my body casts even more.

I sighed, focusing on her asshole. God what I wouldn’t give to just fuck one of these things without them stinking up the place. Why were they like this? Was there ANY way they could just treat me like a human being?! FFFRRRRBBBOOOOOTT! I coughed as a danker fart stunk into my face. Nurse Sadie sighed and smothered me with her larger than life cheeks. I geuss the loss of fresh air triggered something in me, because I came in her hands a few seconds later. “There we go! Alright, see you next week, hon.” BBLLLOOOOOTTT! She rose off me with another toot and I began to cry at her parting words. No doubt we would see each other next week.