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 Late morning… 11.00am


I’m pulled from the darkness and my whole body is thrown haphazardly, my world spins and stops as with a light slap I fall onto a bed, a bed I have seen thousands of times. As I try to focus, my sight finally finds my cruel, unforgiving but ultimately unaware master. He is stretching and I witness his muscular form glistening in the morning sun, many would have wished to be around such a perfect man… just like I did. Watching the adonis with his heavy pecs, bulging biceps, thick thighs and beautiful bubble butt unknowingly pose and give a private show of his perfect body. Unfortunately I now know his body far more intimately than any other and I wish I didn’t.

The muscular hunk now towered over me like a giant and no matter how many times it has happened to me I am always terrified. As his huge hands hides the light and grabs me so easily, still after all this time I try to run but it is always a hopeless endeavour. I cannot move. Instead I just shake internally with fear as the massive hand encircles me with no softness or care and grabs me. Using both his hands he stretches my form out and my world is once again tossed into disarray as I am lowered to the ground and his huge feet step into me. I whimper and try to remember the outside world, the feel of the sun, the stale air of the bedroom and the sound of the cars and birds outside because now as I am pulled up his legs and thighs I will experience a seemingly endless nightmare of sensory torture. If I still had a mouth I would scream as my body is finally pulled up all the way and I am quickly pulled deep between his ass cheeks and trapped there until I am taken off. Another day as a thong has started and it is always hell.


I wince and try to move which is always pointless but being uncomfortably crammed between two fat muscular butt cheeks, trapped in total darkness, the sounds of the outside world muffled and the smell of lingering ass constantly assaulting you will cause you to try and escape. My arms and legs were fused and made up of his waistband, the irony of my arms constantly hugging his huge ass and keeping me in place is not lost on me. My body is now his pouch holding up his sweaty balls and his heavy dick, while my face is stretched down his arse crack as the back of the thong for maximum torture. My senses are always alive and at work making sure I always get to experience the cruel life I now find myself in. With that thought I assess my situation as I do every time I am worn, it is late morning so he must have had a big night last night or was over at a friends, although there is no cum leaking from his ass and on to my face so perhaps he was just bingeing watching on the sofa again. However I don’t smell anything that bad, just sweat and the remnants of a morning fart. Either I have missed the morning shit or it is yet to come, sadly I will soon find out as being stuck deep between his cheeks all I can only hear is his guts churning.


My surroundings then suddenly start moving and the mountainous cheeks either side of me begin to grind, my minuscule face is squished and pushed deeper into his asshole as he begins to walk around. I know he likes feeling me against his hole, his dick always gets hard when I sink deeper into his cheeks and I am rubbed against his asshole. I know he is going out as we quickly descend some steps that lead out from his apartment, he then pauses and I groan. The asshole around me swells and then there is nothing I can do as a powerful, hot and putrid rush of gas is blasted all around me. The sound leaves my ears ringing every time, the heat burns at my fabric skin, the taste is vile and the smell is rotten. It never gets any easier being farted into, it's horrendous and traumatic every time. It always makes me want to cry but thankfully farts fade after time, the smell lingers a little longer and once again I am left in silence and darkness just huffing the ass gas that now clings to me. I cringe in humiliation as I know he had eggs for breakfast and skipped his coffee for a protein shake instead. The sulphur smell from the eggs and the earthy power of the fart from the protein gives it away. I am pathetic and disgusting. I know this, but I need to concentrate on anything to avoid madness even if it is the putrid smell of guys morning farts. Soon my master starts to move again and I wonder where we are going but then remember that I know exactly where he goes if he wakes up late and needs to feel energised.



Afternoon… 2.00pm


While exercise can be gruelling and is torture for most, it especially is for me. After an hour of cardio I am flooded with sweat from his ass, cock and balls. My body and face feel painfully bloated, like a balloon about to pop except it is not air I am filled with but the nasty salty sweat from a man's ass and balls. I would give anything for him to squeeze me and release some of the moisture that I have absorbed but he never will, who has ever wrung out a thong. Instead I remain irritably bloated, my taste buds constantly assaulted and my nose always whiffing the scent of growing body odour.


Today was leg day which meant things were ten times more tortuous, my tiny form has been pulled, stretched and abused to capacity with every exercise he does. It always feels like I am going to snap as my face is pulled in deep to his sweaty and grimy hole, I scream into the void and in response to my pain, fear and terror I am rewarded with a rancid, long protein farts that send my mind into a sensory hellscape. I have said that I never get used to the farts but there are some that are worse than others, protein farts are some of the worse. The smell is always pungent, they last longer and often they occur when he is exercising or at the gym where I am already dealing with other disgusting fluids and scents. Plus, he seems less ashamed to fart when at the gym. Being around other dudes seems to allow his asshole to relax and he will happily let rip into my face while doing a deep squat or jogging on the treadmill. It means that I am ‘treated’ to extra gas and have less time to recover from each of the horrendous ass blasts.

While the protein farts are bad they are not the worst, the worst is reserved for the post night out beer farts. The morning after a long night of dancing and drinking, when all of the food and beer has been jostled around and left to fester overnight. In the morning before that first shit, the farts are the worst thing in existence for me and having to experience them makes me less and less human, as they are absorbed into my body and I scream from the taste and smell I lose more of myself and accept that I am nothing more that a dirty piece of fabric that hugs an asshole all day. I shiver just thinking about those farts. Luckily with a late start and a long gym session my master is not gonna want to go out later. Instead I think I have an evening of being sat on as he wastes away in front of the TV watching one of his crime dramas. I’ll deal with some chips and dip farts and perhaps a few fibre boosted chicken salad farts but other than that it will be a quiet, nasty night of smelling like a sweaty rotten egg. It sounds awful and it is but it's my life and now I hope for nights like that just to give me a break from the humiliation and grotesque.


I can feel my master slowing down and soon he will be finished. I hope he goes for a shower just to freshen up his ass and balls but I know it is unlikely. Even though his body is amazing my master is surprisingly shy unless you get a few drinks in him, that’s why I know when I am worn I am not seeing the outside world until late at night or the next day. I think I must be some of his favourite underwear because of the frequency that I am worn and his cock always seems more excited, unless he is just a horny guy but part of me thinks he enjoys just how small my body and face are on his huge muscular body. Although, if I was his favourite you think he would take better care of him, it's a good day when I escape without a skid mark. Oh hang on it seems he has one last set of squats to do, I try to prepare myself but it's pointless as I have no control, no say in what my fabric body does. I move when he moves and I conform to his huge ass and hungry hole. As he bends I stretch to my limit and some of the sweat trapped in my escapes only for him to stand and for me to slam back into his cheeks and I absorb a fresh batch of the foul moisture. Oh…he’s squatting deeper and he is holding it longer, fuck its painful. Shit he must be trying to impress someone, he knows his ass is great and he isn’t afraid to use it to attract attention. As if on cue I hear another muffled deep voice. I wish he would squat so I could hear more closely what was being said perhaps then I would know if later on I will be pulled to one side as my master is fucked and I am left bathing in lube, cum and all manners of disgusting things for the rest of the night. I can feel my master’s cock growing in my pouch and drips of thick precum staining my body. It seems my quiet night in between his cheeks is going to be ruined. Fuck!



Evening… 9.00pm


All I hear is the muffled thumping of music as I am squashed and jostled around while my master dances. There was no shower so no break from the stench for me, his ass is just as squalid as before but now the sweat has dried and the smell is almost acidic. Not only is my night in gone and potentially a cum stained night ahead of me but now I’m at a party. God knows what he is eating and drinking, it's disastrous! The feeling of fear and dread are hard to avoid, while he absentmindedly eats some greasy fries, a taco, a burger or whatever else has been put out. I just have to wait for it to come out the other end. Plus, I hope he isn’t drinking or at least is sticking to liquor! I can’t deal with beer farts, please anything but beer farts!


I hear my body slip and slide as my tongue is coated with residue from the pre-party shit he took before he left. The dumb idiot was so excited he barely gave his asshole a cursory wipe so now I am licking a dirty butthole for the rest of the evening. I thought after the first time I tasted his unwiped hole that it would be hellish but afterwards it would get easier or my mind would grow numb to the taste, oh how naive I was. Just like being farted into being covered in skid marks and filth never gets easier in fact it only gets worse because now every time I slide across his nasty hole and get a fresh taste. I can tell you he had chicken and broccoli for his lunch and some sort of coconut treat for a snack. I now have tasted his ass so much that I am intimately familiar with his diet and what digested food tastes like. It makes me sick, it makes me feel like a little freak but most of all it makes me sad. I would give anything to taste chicken and broccoli again and not from a guy's ass. I miss food, I miss the taste of something sweet or something cold or just anything that isn’t farted into me!I miss being in control, being able to do something if I get too hot and not just have to deal with it when I am between his cheeks for hours on end. I miss being able to move and not have my body stretched out for me. I miss being human. I would give anything not to be a fart stained thong. I wish every night for my life back but I am always met with my masters huge smelly ass.


I want to cry but can’t instead all I can do is taste sweat and shit, smell his unwashed asshole and feel my body being pulled and stretched as he twerks his huge ass on the dancefloor, that’s when I feel an erect cock push into me from outside. It will only be a matter of time before that cock is thrusting next to me and I get covered in a different guy's sweat and cum. I just wish I was human again.



Late evening… 3.00 am


I wish he could hear me crying perhaps then he would know what torture he puts me through every day. I cry a little louder as a small fart bubbles out of the asshole in front of me and a fresh load of cum is absorbed by my face and slathered over my tongue, that mixed with sweat, farts and skidmarks make my experience even worse. All I wanted was to be around a beautiful man with an amazing ass and my punishment for that desire is being face first in his freshly fucked asshole. I know I used to have a job, I used to have a family and friends but the more time I spend between the cheeks the more I forget and the more my life becomes about his butt and the things that come out of it.


The silence is always what’s maddening at this time in the day, as I wallow in some dudes cum and the smell of freshly fucked ass all I can do is think. I can’t sleep and dream of my old life, thongs don’t sleep and they certainly don’t dream. Instead I am awake 24 hours a day, smelling, tasting, feeling and thinking. There is no break for me, no rest for a thong that is stained and stretched, just the thought of when I might be taken off, washed and worn again. You would think I would wish to be in the clothes hamper but festering under a pile of clothes is somehow even worse. Not experiencing anything is more maddening and boring and just confirms that I am now nothing more than an object. At least when I am worn I can feel something but now part of me worries that soon I will want to smell his farts, to lick his dirty asshole, to wallow in cum and sweat, that those horrid, traumatic and vile experiences will be the only thing that keeps me human. Sometimes I think about what might happen in a year's time or worse a decade, will I be happy to be blasted with a protein fart, will I be eager to work out what he has eaten that day, will I dream for workouts and sexual encounters instead of dreading them. I don’t want to lose myself but I don’t know how much more I can take. Oh no, rumbling, that’s never a good sign. I wish I could brace myself.


A wet explosion of putrid shart explodes over me, I just want to scream louder and louder as the taste intensifies and the smell burns my soul. As the wet fart ends I can only sob in the darkness, no please not the beer farts! Please no, not this early in the night! I won’t last till morning please no not again nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Another gust of wet nasty fart washes over me and coats me until all I can do is cry uncontrollably. I am human, I tell myself over and over but as the smell and tastes grow I know I’m not and never will be again and for the next 8 hours I would be nothing but a skidmarked, shit covered thong for a dude who doesn’t even know how much I’m suffering. Then tomorrow my life as a thong will start all over again, farts and shit 24/7 for the rest of my life.