Max continued kissing Kali’s butthole until well after the countdown ended. His lips were sticky, covered in foul-tasting ass grease, and he was forced to swallow the last few wisps of fart that were still sputtering out of her sphincter even now. He wanted nothing more than to pull away.
But he was too terrified to move. He didn’t know if he’d made it in time, what terrible fate might await him if he hadn’t. So he just kept kissing, probing his tongue around the wrinkles of her anus, fighting the urge to vomit at the taste.
Until finally he felt his brown prison rumble. Kali reached back, wrapping her hand around his stomach and drawing him out into the light. She held him up to her nose and sniffed his body, as if enjoying her own scent. Then a cold sneer spread across her face.
“Congratulations, bug.” She drawled. “That’s the kind of appreciation you should be showing after every fart.”
Max’s heart soared. “Y-you mean – I did it? I passed?” He stammered.
“Barely. Don’t let it go to your head, you’ve still got a lot to learn.” She grunted and sat upright on the sofa. “We’re gonna have to postpone your next lesson, though. I might’ve pushed a bit too hard on that last fart. Gotta take a shit real bad. So,” she squeezed him in her fist. “You’re coming with me, on a little field trip.”
Max’s world lurched, his vision becoming a blur of colour as Kali stood up and power-walked out of the room. As she pushed open the door of the Juno laboratory bathroom her hand stabilised enough for him to get his bearings.
A long mirror and set of sinks lined the wall beside them, and ahead a row of toilets. Unusually there were no cubicles separating each bowl; Junos apparently had little to hide from one another in here. Even more unusual were the toilets themselves, which were large, and reinforced to handle exceptionally heavy asses. A few also had strange looking slots build into their bases. Max realised with a sick feeling they were compartments for people – slaves – to lay inside.
Kali marched straight to the nearest toilet and hiked down her pants. The instant her cheeks hit the seat a series of loud, heavy splatting sounds filled the bowl below, accompanied by an explosive whining fart. The indian amazon breathed a sigh of relief.
“Pretty close call there, bug. Few more seconds and you’d have been on clean up duty.” She leaned to one side and released a high-pitched toot. “Instead, you get to watch the magic up close.”
She set him down on the toilet seat in front of her. Two colossal brown thighs rose up like walls on either side of him, and in front the hairy, musky mound he was still too awkward to face directly. But it was the pit below that ensnared his senses. He was scared to even look at the brown devastation she’d left smearing the porcelain walls, and the stink wafting out of the watery hell-hole was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was like a thousand farts combined into one single putrid essence, so thick and hot he could taste it in the back of his throat.
Gagging, Max stumbled back several paces.
“Hey! Don’t you dare waste this. Get back here.” Kali’s finger pressed against his back, pushing him closer. “Breathe in that aroma. Nice and deep, that’s it. Drink it allllll in.”
Max had no choice but to obey. Filling his lungs with the rich, acrid stench, he immediately felt his stomach turn. It was so foul it made his head spin, and he began to feel unsteady on his feet. For one terrifying moment he thought he might fall right in – instead he went to his knees for balance, hands clutching the rim as his head dangled over the edge, staring into the dark, fetid abyss.
Thankfully Kali seemed to approve of his kneeling. “That’s good. Bow your head. You worship my shit.”
Max didn’t understand. Why was he being punished? He coughed weakly. “B-but mistress, I thought… didn’t I pass the challenge?”
“Yeah?” She replied, in the tone of one stating the obvious. “This is your reward. If you’d failed, you’d be getting a much more hands-on experience.”
He shuddered with horror. There was a soft crackling noise, and looking down Max saw a long brown log wider than his entire body slithering out in front of him. It coiled around the bottom of the bowl like soft-serve ice cream, though smelling far less pleasant. “That thing alone would have buried me.” He gave a silent prayer that he’d been able to complete her challenge in time.
“By the way,” Kali went on. “You’re not nearly as bad at fart-sniffing as I expected. I mean I’ve choked tinies out with a single fart before. Fuck, I’ve put a few full grown men to sleep with one or two good blasts up the nose. But you? You made it all the way here riding between my cheeks, and came out the other side still wide-eyed and whimpering. That’s some tolerance.” She paused to let a long, wet chainsaw fart rip. “Either you’re some kind of butt-huffing savant… or you’ve had experience. Am I wrong?”
“Yes mistress. I mean, you’re not wrong. I’ve had experience.”
“Your last owner? The Minerva.”
“Kaley.” He nodded.
The indian amazon snorted. “Not bad. I didn’t think such a prim, proper little puritan would have it in her, especially when I saw the luxury suite she was keeping you in. Good to know she was still trying to teach you your place, even if she ended up being too gentle. Maybe there’s hope for her after all.”
Max grit his teeth, but said nothing. There was no point trying to explain Kaley’s benevolent intentions to this sadist. He knew she’d only laugh and call her pathetic, if she bothered to listen at all. Still, he felt a strange sense of indignation, some part of him wanting to defend his former owner’s honor.
Another fifteen minutes passed of Kali unloading into the toilet while her fumes wafted up to assault Max’s nostrils. With every sickening plop the stench grew, until it was all he could do not to vomit – only the thought of what she might do if he “insulted her gift” by puking held him back.
Until with a final grunt his captor rose, plucking him off of the seat and turning to admire her work. “Decent load.” She decided. “A little on the small side, my afternoon dumps tend to be bigger. But it’s a nice consistency, don’t you think?”
Max was too appalled to speak, looking down at the bubbling brown swamp in a disgusted stupor. That was, until Kali’s hand tightened like a vise around him.
“That wasn’t rhetorical.” She snarled. “What, you’re not sure? Need a closer look?”
“No! No, I – wait!” To his horror Kali began to lower him down into the reeking bog, holding him mere inches from the surface of the fetid water. He could feel the heat of her waste on his face, the stink so intense it stung his eyes. “I’m sorry!” He shrieked, squirming.
“Then give me your opinion, bug!”
He squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s… amazing!” He shouted, desperate. “It’s so huge and impressive compared to my tiny little body, so much more powerful. It... takes my breath away.” Max didn’t know what she wanted from him. Fake enthusiasm, or genuine revulsion? “It’s like a work of art!”
Mercifully, that seemed to be the right answer. “A work of art, huh?” Kali chuckled as she raised him back up. “Yeah, I can see it. Almost seems a shame to destroy such a beautiful creation. But then, I’m already working on my next masterpiece.”
Max breathed a sigh of relief as the monstrosity was flushed away, finally safe from joining it. Kali placed him on the counter by the sinks as she used both hands to hike her leather pants up over her enormous, jiggling cheeks. She didn’t bother with washing her hands, but that didn’t surprise him. She hadn’t bothered to wipe, either.
“So… what’s next?” He asked nervously.
The gigantic goth squinted at him. “’What’s next’?” She repeated, sarcastic. “More lessons. Clearly you need them if you think you can speak out of turn like that.” She reached out and grabbed him roughly off the counter. “Pushing out monster dumps really works up a sweat, you know. Feels like I just did an hour in the gym. You're about to learn the real meaning of swamp ass.”
Max wriggled in her grip, squeaking out frantic apologies – until they were both interrupted by a loud buzzing sound reverberating throughout the lab. Kali looked up at the noise, then down at him.
“Saved by the bell,” she muttered. “That’ll be my research partners. You might as well be clean while we get everything set up, I guess. Lucky you.”
She tucked him into the cleft between her breasts, and Max found himself smashed between two new brown, sweaty globes as she strode back through the lab toward the entrance. These were a lot cleaner, thankfully, though the body odor wafting around him was still gag-inducing, and the sheer weight of her massive tits pinned his arms to his sides and jiggled against him with every step.
“Smile and wave, bug.” She told him. “Make a good first impression. We’re all gonna be seeing a lot of each other.”
She unlocked the door, and pulled it open to reveal...