Bastian

Well I'm a tall and fat dom so FORCE is the easiest way for me to rip ass one somebody~

with your snout nudged up against a cargo pants seam, the first brother to take to you lets out a potent, rumbling fart, heavy and ripe in your nostrils and vibrating against your face. the other brothers giggle in their drunkenness, little gasps and "oooh, wow,"s and "jeez,"s in response to your predicament, playing it up by fanning the smell away. she reaches back and grabs your hair, rocking your face side-to-side in between her hefty cheeks, letting a few more brassy, heady rips purr into your face, the smell taking hold in your pores. you take deep breaths through your nose, sighing on the exhale, letting the stench sop into your olfactory nerve and the bubbly sounds bounce around in your brain.

you're passed around indiscriminately, the torment seemingly nonstop, soft mockeries persistently thrown your way. you go without coercion, letting strong hands ease your head where they wanted it. "that's it, sniff it all up," someone urges into your ear with your face smushed into another brother's briefs, her jeans around her knees. her boxers are damp and swampy, the earthy musk emanating from them seasoning every burbling fart that heats your face, humid and poignant and tantalizing. while the brothers were drunk off busch apple, you grew lightheaded and woozy with your own gas-induced intoxication.

two brothers sit you in the corner, one having forgone her pants, the remaining boyshorts riding into her ass, the other with their jeans pulled a quarter down their cheeks, a few inches of musky crack visible above the waistband. they sandwich your face in between four plush globes of ass, their raunchy farts sputtering against your head, pungent and smoggy and fully encapsulating your senses. you can't help but moan audibly now with the olfactory input doubled, hot, bubbling beer farts fumigating the last of your fresh air.

with arousal getting the better of you, you turn your head towards the visible upper crack in your face, opening your mouth and letting your tongue dip just inside the doughy cleavage, feeling the pliant flesh mold to the muscle, little wisps of body hair tickling your lips. the strength of their next rip sends vibrations through their fat, cushiony cheeks and over your prodding tongue, making your eyes flutter back and your mouth water so expeditiously as the syrupy reek settles on your tastebuds that a dollop of saliva drips down your chin.

"damn," they muse above you, looking over their shoulder upon feeling your bold oral exploration. "you like sniffing our nasty farts that much? freak."

"hey, be nice to the pledges," the second brother objects. "you don't want them to... tap out, do you?" with that, she forces your face (and tongue) out of their ass and back to hers, letting a particularly bubbling and explosive fart warble into your nose and against your mouth, sticky and ripe and so hot. the other brother smirks and adds onto the revolting offense by pushing out another repugnant, burbling fart, the scents mingling in a dense, poignant concoction and the cacophony of loud, bubbly sounds going straight to your crotch. you huff like your life depends on it, the thick, muggy warmth filling your lungs.

you don't know how many hours into the hazing it was when a delivery driver deposits mexican on the house's porch, or when a brother brings it down into the basement. "fuel," they tell you from your spot on your knees, a thoroughly farted-through pair of boxers discarded over your face. "so you won't have to worry about us running out anytime soon."

now full of greasy fast food and refried beans and lingering beer bloat, their farts are somehow worse, and more frequent. you just close your eyes, moaning and nearly drooling, crotch on fire as you helplessly accept the onslaught, rancid, intense, steamy ass blasting you from all angles, seeping into the sulci of your brain, making you dumb. your face is squished in between someone's asscrack, then sandwiched again between two, then three, then four. your face is sat on, surrounded, and smothered in drunk, meat-sweating asses, farts dripping out of them in deep, burbling wafts, hammering against your skull and drilling your nose. you were positive this would cling to you for days.

sunrise was approaching by the time they ease up. you were a panting, wet mess, sweating and soaking in a pool of your own arousal. "getting tired? yeah, us too." one brother pets a hand over your hair, both condescending and comforting. taking this as a cue the night was over, you stand and begin to leave, but you're caught by the arms on both sides. "what do you think you're doing? you're sleeping here. under the covers of whoever wants you most. a little dutch oven never hurt anyone, did it?"

Someone groaning in embarrassment, pain and relief as gas pains move lower and lower down their abdomen. They made the mistake of eating something that didn't agree with them, and now their body is eager to relieve itself. Unfortunately, their partner is a bit of a sadist, and upon discovering their little problem, is massaging the gut in all the right ways, kissing their forehead and telling them they'll feel better in no time, and they're doing so well. They're super embarrassed, and their lover laughs hearing the suppressed farts hit their lap, feeling the sickly warmth hit them, and inhaling as deeply as possible to make them feel more humiliated.

Bonus points if the sadistic one comments on the smell, leaning in close to their poor partner's neck.

Omgggggggg so many

• On their back with legs spread and pulled back is the GOAT to me. Getting to see the pooper’s expression and how it changes as they poop is PEAKKK. It’s such a vulnerable position too and that makes it even better

• On their side, laying down, legs together, holding their bottom open while they go. This is so good to me bc it’s relaxed, casual, and almost sensual. Like it could almost be an accident, like the urge to push it out just snuck up on them while they were relaxing. Watching the hole jut out while they push like that is just so hottt

• Standing up!!! Controversial haha but I think it’s so arousing to think of someone trying so hard not to poop, standing straight up trying to hold it in, but then feeling their hole expand anyway as a fat dry poop fights its way out. I think about the pooper being forced to bend their knees slightly as they realize they’re pooping and they have no choice. They grumble and grunt and whine as they just barely tilt their hips back so the big poop can poke hard into their pants.

• On all fours with elbows on the ground is particularly hot to me in medical situations. Having your bum up in the air makes pushing a bit harder and also more engaging to watch in some ways. You’re watching the poop fight against gravity. I also think about a doctor using gloved fingers to help coax the poop out, or administering a suppository in that position.

B thinks nothing of it when they’re fed progressively heavier meals, gratefully taking plates of cheesy concoctions that sit dense and heavy in their belly. A few complaints are thrown A’s way over the next few days. Their stomach feels tight, they’re gassier than normal, just feeling lousy. A provides belly rubs and sympathy. The next day is when they do it, the couples schedule is packed with back to back errands. The perfect time.

A slips a laxative into their partners morning coffee. A gentle one that doesn’t liquify the bowels, but will surely get things moving. It isn’t long till A hears B’s belly give a deep growl, their hands cover their middle and they give A a pitiful look from the passenger seat. But they don’t want to go home! They have stuff they need to do. B is still blissfully unaware, attributing the unexpected tummy troubles to bad luck.

The couple steadily makes their way through the days checklist, and B is utterly miserable. When B is out of sight they bend themselves over slightly, head down as they gasp and try to settle their tummy with frantic rubs. They’re so desperate they even give a little push, and feel their asshole wink around nothing. It’s no use, Bs tummy is too full of junk.Constipation is stretching their insides to the extreme, and it’s a very large mess for their sphincter to squeeze out. At this point A finds a nice and secluded area of the store they’re in, and beckon B over. They wobble towards A, their face looking pinched and pale, and A swiftly turns them around. They yelp as their pants are yanked down. Cold air grazes their cheeks, they feel their partners gaze burn into their ass. B can’t stop their hole twitching as A looks, who watches in fascination as their partners asshole makes kissing motions at them. A swiftly brings out a metal plug, It’s lubed with expert speed and brutally shoved into their partners ass. They gasp as they feel their load get pushed up to accommodate the toy, trying to wiggle their ass away from A. Heat burns their cheeks as they realize what their situation is. A wants to do some kinky public stuff, but B is too painfully full of shit to do this right now. B asks for the plug to be taken out while shamefully admitting their situation.

A watches with a cool expression, calmly announcing that they will be wearing that until they get home. B feels their stomach twist as they realize this is what A wants. They won’t safe word, they want to please A, but this was not a situation they expected in the slightest. B spends the rest of the trip quivering around the plug, fighting the urge to push. Their muscles grip the metal with every cramp, and they know it’d feel so so good to push. But they want to make it home. They’re not sure what A wants out of this interaction, but if they can avoid shitting themselves publicly they’re sure as hell gonna do that.

Another seize of their guts causes B to stop. It’s so harsh that they need to wobble over to a nearby shelf and brace themselves on it. A stands behind them as they grunt a little, the plug slightly pulling open their rim. The metal bobs back and forth, sucking in and out as B desperately fights their bodies signal to shit. A few more close calls later and they’ve made it back to their car, B drops themselves into the seat with a gasp. They palm at their tummy while A gets themselves situated. Now that they’re alone, B can be as noisy as they need. They immediately ask if they can take the plug out.

“What plug?” A questions with a cock of their head. B responds with a grunt, and they feel their hole yawn around the plug again. They spend the next several minute of the drive with their ass painfully open around the toy. B whimpers at the feeling, it’s like they’re shitting, but all their waste is still packed inside of them. They can’t believe that this is what A chose to do. They feel a few tears well in their eyes as another cramp looms. This time their poor ass is too tired, and with a pained cry from B, the plug pops from their ass. It lands heavily in their boxers, and their hole strings from the force it was ejected with. A heavy log wasted no time taking up the extra space the plug left. B gasped, feeling its thick tip sitting right at their hole. In a fit of desperation, B grabs the plug through their pants and attempts to thrust it back in.

Their face burns, they swear they can hear A snickering in the drivers seat. The metal plug jams against their dry asshole, squishing the turtlehead that was peaking out against it. Bs hands shake as they hold their hands against the plug, it hurts so bad to do this, but they don’t want to shit themselves! B cries out as they notice their poop is still moving, the poop simply pushing itself passed the plug. It was making a huge mess against be toy and Bs hands, and they sob as they spend the next 15 minutes slowly soiling themselves. They’re so caught up in the misery that they don’t even notice that they’ve made it home, and suddenly A is crouching next to them against the open passenger car door.

“Are you feeling sick honey? You’ve been looking awfully rough this whole ride”

Their voice drips with genuine sympathy, causing another wave of tears from B. A good at the and puts their arms around their shoulders, attempting to stand them up.

“No wait B, please don’t I’m gonna-“

Two girls, one spread my cheeks and other fingering my asshole and not letting me fart

But earlier they had me eat some trigger foods, and as I’m moaning and begging. They tell me how embarrassing it is loving my hole destroyed.

One tickles my tummy on my bloat gut and my butthole clenched around the her finger as I laugh and it feels even better and she wiggles it inside messing with my hole and tickling my insides.

And my tummy getting massaged and then they pull out and spread my cheeks and let out all my gas as they give me mock sympathy.

“Aw poor baby let it all out”

“Oh does your hole hurt?”

“Oh gosh, it stinks, I’m happy you got this out”

I love seeing someone poop up close and hearing, from the way their breath hitches very slightly, that they’re starting to push. You see the muscles around their inner thighs flex, and the wrinkled knot of their anus twitches and starts to relax. You hear them let go of a breath. Their thighs relax and their anus tightens again. I love knowing a primal urge just swept over their body for a couple seconds, I love knowing their entire body and mind just squeezed together. I want them to tell me how it feels, if it turns them on or if it hurts or if it’s a relief. I want to watch them push and breathe, grunt and sigh, grimace and groan as their big poop is rhythmically ejected out of their body; push relax push relax push push push. The soft winking of their empty hole after, pulsing with aftershocks of straining.

Also obsessed with this especially when it’s involuntary. It’s one thing to feel your body’s urge and get swept away in pleasurable effort, but it’s another thing to fight the urge with every single cell in your body, only to feel yourself getting weaker, seeing in tunnel vision as your autonomic nervous system start to betray you. You suddenly stop clenching your thighs and holding your hands over your bottom. You can’t help how your knees spread and bend just slightly, how your eyes zone out and start watering. Your tummy clenches and a grunt forms in your throat. You hear it come out of your mouth while you feel the tingly sensation of your bum opening up. It’s happening, you think, as you briefly recover control of yourself, only to surrender once again when a wave of urgency passes over your stomach. The grunt that comes out of you is humiliatingly childish, but you have no concept of humiliation right now. You’re caught in the effort, ruled by tides of peristalsis until your body is empty. I want to see it turn you on, to have your bodily autonomy compromised.

The Wolf Pack : Arrival of the Chimera

Workout finished, energy drained, and pent up lust was a dangerous combination in any scenario, but even more dangerous when a cute yet sexy Chimera is in the locker room after destroying squats for half an hour. That's exactly where you found yourself the day Theo first arrived in Beacon Hills.

It was past midnight and you entered the changing room to find the mysterious guy you had been stealing glances at all night, in the corner at his locker. Even as you sat on the bench to cool off for a moment, you couldn't stop staring at his bubble butt. "You want to sniff this ass? Put you face in it?" He said as he give a sly smirk over his shoulder, knowing full well his strategic positioning in the gym caught your attention. You moved your eyes from his bubble butt down to between your feet, then back to his butt and immediately felt a twitch in your pants. It was too glorious to resist. "Ye...yes..." you mumbled out embarrassed. As you dropped your head to look at the ground again his smooth voice pierced your embarrassed mind to lure you in. "There is no need to be embarrassed pretty boy, you wouldn't be the first to have your face in it. Come over and kneel behind me, let your mind have what it wants!" You looked up to see him playfully wiggling his hips. Already leaking pre cum just at the sight, you made your way over and knelt behind him on the cold gym changing room floor.

"Ugh....mmm...." Your moans of pleasure were muffled in his grey sweats as you pushed your face in as deep as you could, self suffocating in the ass of your dreams. It was like two pillows surrounding your head with how soft and warm he was. All the while he just stood there, rubbing the front of his sweats as he got hard knowing what was to come. "How's the smell? Too much for you?" Your only reply was grabbing his waist to pull him back a little as you pushed your head further in. The smell was a little sweaty and ripe, but nothing that could interfere with your pleasure. Slowly Theo stretched his arms out behind and positioned his hands behind your head. Scrunching his face with determination until his eyes glow a light shade of yellow, he pushed out a fog horn like protein fart that broke your pleasure. Feeling the release, Theo threw his head back and growled a little. You were overwhelmed with the scent of his gas, that flooded his grey sweats and immediately attacked your nostrils. However as soon as you tried to remove your head he pushed you in deeper. "All you little butt sluts love to plant your face in my ass and sniff my amazing scent but never want my farts! If I had my way my farts would be hypnotic, addictive, gas that made anyone succumb to my desires and their own!" You tried to back out again and stand up but only felt his grip grow stronger and another fart roar out to end you.