A trucker [Heavy toilet/gross content]

WARNING: This branch will be heavily focused on gross content like smegma, piss, and scat. Individual chapters will not have specific content warnings. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Gus shifted his weight to one side, raising his ass a bit, and a fart erupted out of him. Wet and rumbling, it thundered out of him for a full thirty seconds, filling the entire truck’s cab with an eggy, fecal stench worse than most people would encounter in their entire life.

Huh, Gus thought. That was tiny. Felt like it was gonna be bigger.

The sudden retching noise from between his legs suggested he was alone in that assessment. He glanced down in time to see the blonde bimbo he’d picked up a mile back pulling her lips off his fat cock and starting to gag and **** on the putrid cloud of **** he’d just blasted inches from her face. She had tears in her eyes and her face was almost literally green with disgust. She looked like she could vomit any second.

Gus grunted with displeasure. “I thought you said you liked gassy men. Can’t you handle one fart?”

“Th-that wasn’t a fart!” she gasped between gags. “That was a f-fucking chemical weapon! Oh god, I can taste it! I… I can see it!”

That much was true. Gus’s farts were so thick and potent that the gas was a visible yellow-brown. The worst ones were almost opaque. This one was nowhere near that, though! It was barely a faint haze. And the bitch couldn’t even handle that?

Worthless.

Slamming the door shut, Gus hit the accelerator and started driving off. He could see the slut still coughing and gagging in the rearview mirror as he sped away, leaving her on the side of the road still trying to clear her lungs of his toxic ass-fumes. Normally he wouldn’t mind torturing a bitch with his stink, but if a girl tried to tell him she likes farts, she should fucking mean it.

The brief stop to ditch the useless skank had mostly aired out the cab, though as usual a general aura of rankness hung in the air. As he continued to drive, Gus stuffed his large cock back in his pants, still dribbling some precum from the bitch’s aborted blowjob.

A shame, really; she’d had a decent mouth on her. Well, nothing to be done but find a replacement.

Checking his GPS, he saw that there was a truck stop about ten minutes down the road. Perfect place to snag a new cumdump.