Chapter #6Toilet Time by: Unknown "I guess I'll do the first option; all the others sound terrible."
"Good choice! Now, follow me!"
Ms. Swan takes me to her car and opens the door, "You go in first." I reluctantly agree. As soon as I step in, a nasty waft of air reaches my nose.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Oh yeah, that. I never fart at school, because I'm a woman of class, so I stink up everything else. I hope you get used to it, 'cuz my house smells even worse."
Ms. Swan bounces around to the driver's seat and closes her door. She leans to the side.
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"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in..."
The smell reaches your nose, it smells bad to the point where you unintentionally puckered your face.
"Please don't do that now, Marco. I'll feel terrible once I start punishing you for real."
While Ms. Swan was driving, she had the car radio on. Clearly, she was playing her favorite music, because she was bouncing like hell. Your eyes were glued to her boobs, bouncing up and down.
Once you got home, Ms. Swan walked you over to her house.
"Prepare yourself, Marco."
You two walk in. You gag as you catch a whiff of the air inside. It smells entirely of Ms. Swan's smelly gas. Ms. Swan walks over to another room, her house is surprisingly clean, despite smelling like shit. She returns with a few large zip-ties.
"Don't wan't you making this too difficult, you gagging at this smell tells me that you 'aint gonna hold still for very long." She gestures at you to follow her. As you're walking to presumably her bathroom, your eyes are glued to her ass, bouncing up and down as she walks forward. Ms. Swan looks behind her shoulder, "Teehee."
You two arrive in her restroom and she positions you kneeling with your head over the toilet. She zip-ties your arms legs together, and eventually your entire body to the toilet.
"You sure you don't wanna go back on this? This is your final chance, there's no take-backs. Once I start going, you'll have to sniff 'till I stop."
"No way. I won't hear the end of this if I get any less than all As. Please, I'll sniff all the farts in the world if it means getting an A."
"I doubt you'll be able to say that once it's over," Ms. Swan shows a smug expression on her face. "Well, it's about time I get started. No going back, remember?"
"Yep."
Ms. Swan takes all the clothes on her bottom-half off, "Good luck." Ms. Swan takes a seat on the toilet, shoving your head deep into it, your neck inserted between her legs. Already, it smells like absolute shit. The smell of her ass fills the tiny space inside the toilet, forcing you to smell her ass-sweat. You cough.
"Oh boy, I feel bad for you already, *grunt*."
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Right off the bat, Ms. Swan sharts inside the toilet, covering your hair in her slime. You still haven't inhaled yet, and you don't want to. "You know your breath's gonna run out soon," you hear from above. You stubbornly hold your breath, but eventually you cave in, you gasp for air-
-, but instead, your lungs are filled with the stink of Ms. Swan's ass. You gag, and then immediately vomit, it smells that terrible.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't think you were that sensitive. Looks like I picked the right student, teehee," Ms. Swan flushes the toilet, flushing the vomit down the drain, but unfortunately not her fart. When you vomited, everything came out, so you had no way to get out of smelling that poisonous gas. You catch your breath, sweat running down your neck.
"I apologize in advance, this is gonna stink, *grunt*."
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A gush of air rushes out of Ms. Swan's asshole and fills the entire toilet bowl. Your lungs demand air, but your nose refuses. After enough mental conflict, you cave in to your need for air. You retch in the toilet, you can't take it anymore. "Ms. Swan, please stop! I'm sorry, I can't last another second!"
"Remember what I said? No take-backs."
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Your nose was gifted with another rotten puff of air. Needless to say, it doesn't smell any better than the last ones.
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An SBD rushes into the bowl and makes you retch once more. It smells much worse than the ones proceeding it, and your reaction shows it.
"Oop-, looks like it's starting to get interesting~"
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Ms. Swan's ass was intending to fart, but instead coated your hair in brown stink. Since it was right on top of you, you could smell it very well. And boy did it stink; you don't stop gagging and retching into the toilet bowl.
"What the fuck did you eat Ms. Swan?!" Marco gives up on maintaining the image of a perfect student, he was pushed past his limits long ago.
"I was a bad girl... I ate a chilli-dog from the local gas-station. I didn't think it would be that bad back then, since I took the extra small one. But even still, my gut didn't seem to enjoy it. I was in major pain throughout the day, holding my farts in. I went to the faculty bathroom every chance I got, but the gas would keep catching up. Now, here we are."
"What the fuck were you thinking, using me as a toilet?!"
"I figured that it would be a waste to let this rare opportunity pass. It's not every day that you get the chance to torture a student with your farts, is it? Anyways, back to work~"
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A tsunami exits Ms. Swan's asshole and circles around the bowl. Every breath was filled with the stink of Ms. Swan's colon, making you gag like crazy.
Ms. Swan keeps pressuring you with her farts for the next ten minutes, but she only gets serious afterwards.
"This is getting a bit dull, how about I spice things up?"
"..What do you mean?"
"I'm gonna go all out, no holding back."
"Please don't!! I was barely able to handle you before! Please go easy on me!"
"I made the decisions, not you, prepare yourself, *grunt*."
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A long, deep, bassy grumble exits Ms. Swan's tummy. It was loud enough to overpower the sound of your beating heart.
"Ready??" Ms. Swan pipes out, clearly straining herself.
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You hear a tiny squeak, you feel releaved."
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"Teehee, that sounded nasty," and it smelled "nasty" too. Nasty isn't even enough to describe the smell of this. You've regretted going with Ms. Swan from the start, but now, that thought is the only thing on your mind. Ms. Swan said she are a chilli-dog, right? It smells like somebody left it in a dumpster for a decade, and then amplified the smell tenfold. Obviously, you retch as you try to gulp down the air.
"You okay down there? I hope I didn't accidentally kill you with that, that would be bad. It doesn't sound like you're breathing enough, mind if I help you?"
You're too weak to respond.
"I'll take that as a yes!"
Ms. Swan starts pushing on your chest, forcing air in and out. Continuously filling your lungs with her gassy mess. After 10 minutes of constant suffering, Ms. Swan finally stands up. But you're too weak to say anything.
"*yaawwnn* I'm ready to go to bed now, you'll be sniffing my farts all night long, got that?"
After brushing her teeth, putting on her pajamas, and doing other stuff, she carries you over to her bed and puts you under the covers. She then gets in bed herself and zip-ties your face to her gigantic ass, "*yaawwnnn*, goodnight." You don't know how, but despite sleeping, Ms. Swan can still keep farting. But this time, you didn't mind it as much, after what happened earlier, this is mere child's play. You doze off easily, the not twitching an eyebrow.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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