Public Toilet Farts And Someone Just Destroying It With Massive, Nasty Gurgling Farts. The Loud Groaning

Public toilet farts and someone just destroying it with massive, nasty gurgling farts. The loud groaning as they uncontrollably let out long trains of gas with the vile smell collecting in the bathroom. Bonus if other people in there with them and comment about the smell.Super bonus if it’s everyone taking turns to collectively destroy a stall, With everyone’s combined smell just being hotboxed in the bathroom.

sandwiched between two big asses releasing wet & bubbly farts.....just picture that for a minute.

For those who picked "Accept fate" on my last post, and for those who picked "Struggle" too bc I'm generous 😋

Enjoy~

kind of been thinking about feeding you sleeping pills until you are so helpless and vulnerable. Innocent, cute, naive little girl, I can't believe you agreed to let me get you drunk and take advantage of you. You have no idea what I'm planning as you sit quietly waiting for me on my couch. You've never done anything like this before. You don't even know who I am. You tell yourself it's going to be okay. You've been drunk before. There is nothing to worry about.

I finish crushing up the last of the sleeping pills and stirring them into your drink, wondering how long it's going to take until you start feeling drowsy and every sense you have starts to fade.

Coming back to greet you and handing you your drink, you don't know what I've made, but take it and drink it without much thought. You can tell I look a little bit tense, like I'm worried about something. It seems to pass as soon as you finish your first drink.

We don't say much. I'm kind of obsessed with you. I don't know why you agreed to this. What kind of demons are you running away from? I also don't really care as I sit down next to you, placing my hand on your exposed leg, little finger patterns tracing up your leg. You're still shy, so instinctively, you recoil, trying to push my hand away. It's no use, though, as I continue to wonder while we do this dance of you moving my hand and me placing it back higher and higher up your thigh. We both don't say a word. You can see in my eyes what I want and what I need.

You tell me you're having second thoughts; you feel dizzy; you feel sick; you start to worry standing up, "Maybe I shouldn't." You don't even finish the sentence, collapsing back down onto the couch; sometimes I even forget how strong my sleeping pills are; your eyes are the last thing to close as I gently shush you, telling you everything is going to be okay. Sleep, my little angel.

You're so light when I pick you up and fling you over my shoulder, carrying you gently to my bedroom and flinging you onto my bed. I get turned on by the cute sounds of your gentle breathing as you lay limp in a deep sleep on my bed, slowly removing parts of your outfit. You looked so cute tonight. I can't help but admire the effort you put into looking like a ripe rape doll, perfect for that dirty, filthy fucking you do at home behind closed doors on your life-sized sex doll—the things no one knows, can see, or ever judges you for.

Finally my own real-life doll with jet black hair braided into the cutest little pigtails and eyes that reflects the night sky, I'm so overwhelmed by lust, even gentle strokes across your bare flesh sends shivers down my spine blood rushing to my penis it is an all-consuming feeling one hand tracing your naked body the other hand stroking my cock expelling muffled controlled grunts with every stroke standing over you watching you, you stir slightly ass hanging loosely on the side of the bed when I slide my finger up and down your slit tracing the heat coming you from little cunt, you're so wet, you must have wanted this for a long I spend a few moments petting your little pussy through your panties watching fresh cum pool and stain the white purity they represent, I'm so sorry for this, you have no idea what I really am, poor innocent sweet little thing.

I take a few deep breaths ask God to forgive me for the sins I'm about too commit, and turn, rushing toward your helpess tiny vulnerable body grabbing you with such force flipping you on your back climbing ontop of your limp body and flinging you around side to side, positioning you with your head pressed into the pillow and your ass sticking up high, digging my nails into your hips holding you still, lining my cock up against your slit and going in hard and raw and fast, it's to much the pain is so intense it knocks you awake, still unable to move, still half asleep in dream land with your eyes open you can't even scream as you make some muffled noises it's hard to make out but it looks like your body is going into shock eyes open now body still limp head being pressed down you feel me, you can feel my hatred you feel my jealously my lust my drive with every thrust something breaks inside of you, not awake and not asleep, just empty laying there wondering how it's come to this how this is the only way you can feel something, you can hear me you can hear my grunts, you can feel my cock pressing deep into you pushing up against your cervix, unlocking that thing in you the desire to be bred to be claimed to be owned, your primal need, you lay there in agony unable to breathe or move locked entirely in place helpess, desperate to be bred to be used all your life this is all you've ever wanted someone worthy of your womb someone worthy of you bearing their child, it wasn't by mistake you picked me remember, as you my cock spasming inside you pulsing every pulse hot warm jets of cum poor into you, you groan as you lay their splayed out, bred and discarded you can feel me pull out of you, tape up your leaking cunt, pull my pants up and tell you to get some rest.

You wake up with a broken, disassociated mind, now fragmented and shattered forever.

i want to rub a hot boy’s abs as he burps puke into a toilet over and over

The first thing you feel is the sharp pinch of the needle in your arm. Warmth flooding your body, your face flushed and lips tingling. The sensation spreading to your core and between your legs. Suddenly you feel warm and wet. Your cunt swelling slightly, lips parting... You try to touch yourself, pulling against something, and then…

Your eyes snap open and the bright light temporarily blinds you. Thick leather straps hold you down against the examination table, spread-eagled. Fear and adrenaline prick your skin, your drug-induced warmth now slick with a sheen of cold sweat. The shame of your dripping cunt hits you hard, and you try to tell yourself that it’s not your fault, it’s the drugs. It has to be the drugs…

Your mouth is held wide with a dental gag, jaw already beginning to ache. Your head is kept still with a thick leather strap across your forehead even as you see me cross your field of vision, my face behind a surgical mask, your eyes wide. “Today, I have an experiment…”

Another pinch, and a strong sedative makes your limbs go limp, too weak and heavy to move much, your mind perfectly alert. You feel my fingers spread your labia, pull back your clitoral hood, and the sharp excruciating pain of a needle in your clit, then your labia, the drug making them swell. Your tits are injected next, making them full and heavy as the syringe is emptied. The warmth spreads, combining with the pain, your cunt locked in a deep ache and drooling immediately. You are helpless, swollen, sensitive, and completely overstimulated. A vibrator is pushed against your cunt, shockwaves of sensation flooding your body as you try not to moan. My gloved hand encircles your throat, choking you. My fingers probe your gag reflex, making you drool all over yourself as you begin to see stars. You pass out a few times, slapped awake after each one, oxygen flooding your body and setting every nerve on fire. Each orgasm wrecking your body more than the last, the time between them growing shorter until they are just seconds apart. Forced to cum against your will so much it hurts. A gagging drooling mess. A ruined, helpless thing. Your cunt is swollen and unrecognizable, dripping down the table and onto the floor.

The vibrator is suddenly switched off. I slap your cunt hard and laugh as you scream, convulsing as shockwaves of pain cascade through your core. You groan as the thick electric plug is slid deep inside your anus, stretching you wide as tears spring to your eyes. The electricity makes you whimper, not just from pain, but from forcing your pelvic floor muscles to contract in time to the current. I press the head of my swollen cock against your dripping labia, and sink deep inside your helpless ruined hole. Choking you, slapping you, and spitting on you as I rape you, your restrained body swaying with each deep thrust, vulnerable and spread wide. Gagging you as you make disgusting noises, your face and tits covered in drool. Torturing your grossly swollen nipples, bruising them almost instantly with my fingers as I pinch, pull, and twist them savagely, tearing harsh, violent screams from your throat as the pain sears through your body. Your spasming cunt milks my cock inside you as I rape you. Your own body forced to betray you. Even the autonomy of your own muscles raped away as I force them to pleasure my cock. To splatter your cervix with my cum. And worse, to make you cum as well.

It hurts too much to orgasm now. You’ve been holding it off so long, trying to avoid the sensations from last time. It makes your muscles clench out of sync with the current, doubling up and eventually forcing that wave to crest, your eyes rolling back, legs shaking as you let out a horrible shriek of despair... Then it tears through you, every muscle taut and shaking. Mind going blank, unable to register anything but a horrible emptiness in the pit of your stomach, all stimulation gone. Just an object. A toy. A ruined thing.

When your eyes open, you become dimly aware of my voice. Your cunt is held open with a speculum, my cum still dripping out as you are examined in detail. Your most private, intimate parts helpless, vulnerable, and exposed. Nothing private, nothing secret.

“Indeed. The subject has become deeply suggestible. The formula was substituted for saline with no decline in response...” Saline!? No! It has to be the drugs. It was the drugs! Your mind is breaking as the mirror above you reveals the truth: Your tits and cunt are grossly swollen in the humiliating caricature of a fuckdoll, not injected with some new pharmaceutical, but simple saline solution…

“...more experiments are needed to determine the efficacy of any new formula.” In your turmoil, you suddenly notice the red light of a webcam, stomach churning... How many saw? How many people saw what I did to you?

“We will keep the experiment and continue to perform tests...” And as my first words drift back to you, it suddenly becomes clear: YOU are The Experiment.