Fart story one-shots 2!

Vanessa's Mess (semi-hyper scat)

This is a sequel to  Vanessa's Visit. Sorry about all the scat stories, more fart stories coming soon!

Content warning: this story involves semi-hyper scat, and some femdom and a bit of humiliation

Blake entered his house and tossed his briefcase and jacket down next to the door.

"Vanessa?" he called out, looking around.

The briefcase and jacket weren't supposed to be on the ground next to the front door, but Blake didn't think about that. He always tossed them there out of habit. Vanessa usually picked up after him later and put them away herself.

"Vanessa?" he called out again as he kicked his shoes off. "You there?"

The house was silent. Blake snorted to himself. The dumb blonde was probably still mad at him. He supposed she had the right to be a little mad; he did cheat on her, after all. But now she was acting like they weren't together anymore, like she'd "broken up" with him. As if. He knew she'd come crawling back soon, because her life would be pointless and directionless without him, and he was sure that she knew that.

Her mistreatment of him was beginning to get annoying, though. Vanessa was supposed to be making him dinner, not being mad at him for something he did weeks ago. What was he supposed to eat? He decided to give his dumb girlfriend a call.

But first, he needed to take a leak. He headed over to the bathroom, threw open the bathroom door, and stopped in his tracks.

A perplexing sight met his eyes. The toilet in front of him was completely soaked. A second later, he realized that it was covered in piss. A puddle of urine also surrounded the toilet on the ground. A thick gruesome streak of brown painted the toilet seat, and even as he stood in the doorway, the stench hit him like a speeding bus. It was like he'd walked right up to a wall of eggs and human feces left out in the sun, a wall which was being continuously misted by rancid piss. He blinked rapidly, covering his nose and mouth with his hand. His eyes remained fixed on the toilet in horror.

Slowly, he crept into the filthy bathroom. He got closer and closer to the toilet, unable to look away. Finally, he was close enough to see what was inside of it. A thick, brown log floated in the bowl full of dark piss. The turd had left a smaller streak inside the toilet bowl as well.

"What the fuck?" Blake whimpered.

He stumbled backwards, tearing his gaze away from the toilet, and then threw himself out of the bathroom, gagging as he did so. He couldn't believe how bad it had smelled. What had happened in there? He closed the bathroom door, gulping. Could it have been Vanessa? There was no way... why would she do this?

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, glancing at the closed door next to him. Then he headed upstairs to use the other bathroom.

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A few minutes later, Blake stepped out of the upstairs bathroom and headed to his bedroom, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He threw himself onto his bed and called Vanessa.

After a few seconds, Vanessa answered.

"Hello?"

"Hmmph," Blake scoffed. "Almost didn't think you'd pick up. You've been such a bitch lately."

Vanessa sighed.

"Hi Blake..."

Whenever she was outdoors in direct sunlight, her eyes looked green, but as Vanessa was currently indoors, her eyes were now a deep brown, and they glowed with amusement as she listened to Blake continue on the phone.

"Where are you right now?" he said. "Why aren't you making dinner?"

"I'm..." Vanessa hesitated, biting her lip as she looked around the small room she was in. The corners of her mouth moved into a small smirk as she lied. "...at work."