So Many Farts...
by Slave Fart

I counted 78 farts on Saturday. Last night was somewhere in the neighborhood of 30, maybe 40? This is real and I sincerely don't know how someone can fart so much, or how many farts another person can breathe in. Monica said she wanted this one written quickly, within 24 hours...

Jade is a tall, gorgeous blonde. She's thin, but curvaceous in all the right places. Her breasts aren't huge, but definitely work with her body type. Her ass isn't massive, but she does a lot of squats. Now Jade is someone that we've always known to be interested in using a toilet slave, but she's also been traveling the world for the last year or so. She was a lawyer who quit her job at a huge firm and had so much money saved up so she could do this trip. She's not going to live in our city, but she looked up online a restaurant that serves an Indian dish that gave her the worst farts she's ever had.

She told us about them when she was actually in India. She also said that she considered paying to use a toilet slave while in Japan, but decided against it, because the first time she shit on someone, "I want it to be real. I want them to feel the weight of my huge dump in their mouth and know that I didn't pay for it. I want them to know it's slavery and I didn't even have to pay for it."

Jade has a bit of a mean streak, obviously, but she's very nice otherwise. We get along and the agreement was struck again that we act like this never happened around others. At this point, I think Monica has let me serve more than a dozen other women. She's very kind to let me eat their shit.

Well Friday was the big day for Jade and I. We'd finally get to do the thing we both wanted to do. I've wanted to serve as Jade's toilet and she's wanted to shit down someone's throat.

After I got home, Monica and I were talking about how hot this would be. I would get locked in the toilet and not let out until Jade left on Saturday evening. No safe word. No take backs. Just a toilet slave.

Monica looked down and smiled, "I actually have to go a little bit... Should I use you, too?"

Before I could speak, there was a knock. The knock at the door was quick, like the person on the other side was hurried.

I hear Jade hurriedly speed through hellos and she burst through the door. She dropped her pants and sat above me as a very loud POUUUUUUUUUUUUU erupted. It was followed by three very bassy, deep farts that sounded like the reckoning of a dump coming. The exceptionally foul farts she let go signaled that as well.

Jade said nothing besides, "Count my farts."

She let another one go and if I wasn't staring right at her anus, I would have believed she shit.

SPLOUUUURRRRRTSSSHHHHHH

She wiped. "Damn! Nothing! Well, I'll be using a human toilet soon enough."

I heard Jade apologize to Monica for her rushed hellos and they got down to talking. It wasn't long before Monica came in.

Monica said, "Oh my god!!! That smell!!!! Jade is going to kill you!!! I do have to go, but it sounds like Jade is going to be work enough, hon... I think we might have actually bit off more than we could chew..."

Monica didn't often sound worried, but with Corrin and Sofia, she sounded like that might be too much. She had the same way when talking about Jade...

Monica farted in my little hole, and honestly the stink from Jade still hung so heavy I didn't even smell it. This was a pre-shit fart from Monica and it didn't even add to the disgusting aroma Jade had left me with.

Another few minutes and Jade came in to drop a few more nasty farts. She was clearly trying to shit.

Monica said from the other room, "You know, if you have him lick your asshole, sometimes stick his tongue up in there, it'll knock it loose."

Jade pondered, "No. I want my toilet to just be a toilet. It's more degrading I think."

"I disagree, but whatever you want, Jade."

She farted again, this one sounded even sloppier.

PLUSSSSSSHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRSSSTHHHH

Jade left me and came in a few more times the same way. Farting. Wiping. Leaving dissatisfied.

The next thing I knew, there was a stream of well hydrated piss waking me up.

"I can't believe I couldn't shit last night. Don't worry. I will today," Jade then spoke to herself, "I WILL shit in its mouth today."

Her resolve was commendable.

I literally can't recount them all, but for the next five or so hours, Jade came in every 5-10 minutes and ripped fart after fart after fart in my face.

There were 66 farts, each in varying size and length, but one consistent: That smell...

It was the same smell every fart, a never ending barrage that continuously assaulted my nostrils. At one point I thought I would vomit from just the smell. I thought about begging to get out, but I knew how much Jade wanted this. I had to do my part. I had to be her toilet.

66 times. 66 farts. One exceptionally stood out, which is saying a lot, but it was right after her morning coffee and I remember because she was so thoroughly convinced THIS was when she would be shitting.

It lasted probably 5-10 seconds, the longest one by far, and was so heavy that I was convinced I had to be chewing a turd. It was silent PSSSSSSSSSS but god, the smell was the same, only intensified.

Jade had not visited me in a few hours, and I thought I heard her leave. It was only when I heard someone in the living room that I realized I wasn't alone. Jade opened the door, entered, closed and locked it behind her.

"It's time."

She cleared her throat and looked down at me. She wasn't smiling at first. Then, slowly, a grin appeared and overtook her entire face. She was giddy as she turned around and pulled down her pants.

When she sat above me, I could smell her privates, ripe. She farted again, though this time it came from deep within her.

That smell... I knew it was about to get worse.

It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow, either. A soft serve, light brown wave of shit poured forth from her like someone forgot to shut off the ice cream machine. It just kept coming and coming and coming and coming and coming...

It filled my mouth, first. My tastebuds were attacked and assaulted and I felt the heat on her shit that was from her body. I tasted and smelled this offensive load so fully and wholly that I felt like it was a part of me.

Then it overflowed. Her waste, her SHIT, was overflowing from my open mouth and onto my face. My cheeks. That was piling and piling and then it fell into my nostrils. I couldn't breathe. I was holding my breath while she continued to unload her shit. Unburdened herself of this foul dump and took on the burden of eliminating it myself through the most degrading thing imaginable.

She kept shitting. She kept pooping right into my open mouth.

It couldn't have been more than 30 straight seconds, but it felt like an hour of her unloading. Then I started to feel the weight stay constant. She was empty. I began to consume. I swallowed some and swallowed some more. I cleared my nostrils and I felt confident that I could open my eyes...

Wrong move...

Jade farted a nasty, disgusting spray fart that splattered my cheeks like freckles. I closed my eyes just in time, but then she shit another wave of her soft serve dump right into my mouth. It hit me with such a force that I gagged. More slapped me in the nose and ran right down to the back of my throat. I took three showers and used a netipot and I still smell it.

It was here, my mouth and face covered in her shit, that Jade farted 6 more times. Each one relatively small, except the second to last fart. She blasted a mixture of gas and one final sludge turd right on my face. The last one sounded like a deflated balloon.

Jade sighed and stood up. I couldn't see her, but Monica reports that she was positively radiant as she left the apartment. She left with a new, even higher confidence.

I guess that's what happens when you can look at another human being and say, "I've used your mouth as a toilet."

It won't be for another month or two, but Monica told me that the person I've very much wanted to serve is going to come over. I'm going to take a few days off of work and serve her. So that is sure to be an epic story when it happens...