Brown Nose
by GJ



I have always had a penchant for big, muscular women with glutes like bowling
balls. In high school, I worked as the towel boy for the girl's powerlifting
team. I was( and still am ) small in stature. I weigh 148 lbs and I am 5'5"
tall. Anyway, the girls on this team were capable of squatting hundreds of
pounds. As a result their asses, were thick, huge, and so hard, like steel.
They also smelled horrible. The girls were far superior to me in every way.
They took out life's frustrations on me too. Often I would be their private
punching bag, when things went wrong. For example, Bridget was one such girl.
She weighed 227lbs, stood 6'3" tall, and was so big , that she could squat
680lbs, easily for sets of 15. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of
three years. He was cheating on her and she found out. She beat him to death
with her huge fists. When she was done, she pulverized him with her huge ass.
It was like a machine that crushes cars to scrap. The last thing she destroyed
was his head. One good squeeze and it blew up, inside her cavernous, stinky
ass. It was liquified to red and grey goo. She called me to clean her ass. The
thing was, I had to use my tongue. It was so horrible.....the taste, and the
smell was overpowering. I almost puked but she said, "You barf, and I will do
the same thing to you what I did to him." Needless to say... I completed my
task and survived. As my reward, Bridget allowed me to lap up all those juices
that issued forth from her pussy, as she was compacting her dead bf's body.
The stench was so bad, sweat, smegma and assorted other body compositions.
Then feeling angry again, she attached me up to a speed bag hook, and spent an
hour demolishing my face. Lucky for me, Mona, one of the other girls, had some
medical training, and reset my busted jaw. Very little could be done for the
broken teeth, which had been extracted ....but such is life, right dear
readers. The girls started calling me Brown Nose or BN or Browny after that.

Life progressed for me, in the same "brown haze" for years after that. The
girls graduated and were replaced by other amazons who quickly found out about
the special service I provided for them. One of my reponsibilities, besides
seeing that a fresh load of towels, and soap were alway on hand in the locker
room, was to make sure that these women had enough toilet paper as well. You
see they all had tremendous appetites, and ate so much that they often had to
visit the bathroom. These were always sparkling clean, but it took a
tremendous effort on my part , to keep them that way. Once in a while I would
forget to buy giant rolls of tp and the girls punished me. I would become
their toilet paper, and hence I was given a new moniker, "Toilet Paper Boy".
The girls decided to save money on these paper products and I took over the
job officially, soon after. It was rough going, especially when all the
commodes were being utilized at once. Then they would line up outside of their
respective stall, and I would have to go down the line, licking and cleaning
them to a just showered state of freshness. This was especially important when
they had dated right after their endless practices or lifting meets.

One day, several years later, after graduating, I was driving to work. I had
become a plumber, and was answering a complaint from a disgrunted customer.
She said her toilets kept backing up. This was after my partner had allegedly
"fixed" her problem initially. The address I was given was in a ritzy part of
town. My gps announced shortly after that, that I had reached my destination.
Parking and taking my tool box in hand( it was always difficult for me to
carry), I walked up the steps and rang the door bell. The name on the door
said "Bridget Savage". The name sounded familiar to me. Just then the door
opened up and I got the shock of my life( of course dear readers you were way
ahead of me on this one, weren't you?). Yes it was Bridget from the
powerlifting team at my old alma mater.

Bridget took one look at me and snarled, " That would figure that they would
send Toilet Paper Boy ( wow a new nickname, right dear readers?) to fix the
problem. Get your ass in here Bitch, and be quick about it. You interrupted my
work out. I was beating my slave to a pulp, but unfortunately he didn't last
too long. Now I have to dispose of his miserable body. I have a great idea,
after you fix my plumbing, I will use you as my punching bag. If there is
anything left of your jaw and face, you can clean my big, hard ass. I see that
turns you on, your little dick is pushing against your overalls. Crawl over to
my now BOI!"

I tried to protest, but clearly I was outgunned here. Bridget began to flex
her huge 21" arms and bounce them up and down for me. I could see her hairy
armpits as she continued to tease me with her muscle show. I approached her
and lifted my head to her stinky pits. I couldn't help myself. My tonguue
tasted the wetness that clung to her underarm hair. I sucked on it, licking
it, savoring its taste and odor. I never saw Bridget pull back her huge arm
and punch me dead in the face. I flew back twenty feet spewing blood and teeth
fragments. Fortunately for me, My Mistress had pulled her punch only
dislocating my jaw. "I see they never fixed your jaw properly, since the last
time I broke it, Slave. Now fix my toilet now before I stick your tiny head up
my ass, and I blow it apart with one of my special farts!"

It was then that I crawled into the bathroom, leaking a blood trail as I moved
on all fours. It was obvious in short order that, there was something clogged
in the line, stuffing up the flow of water. I turned off the water and removed
the toilet from its resting place. Looking inside I could see it stuffed
completely with excrement. I now knew what was the cause of Ms Savage's
problem. It was her huge feces that needed to be removed. So, that is what I
did, It took me two hours to do the job. It was disgusting and horrible. Every
once in a while Bridget would come in and examine what I was doing. "Get it
done fast Browny, I need to go bad... been holding it in for two days." Oh no,
not that, please God ... NO", I whispered to myself. I worked hard and was
screwing the nuts back on her toilet when......"too late I am coming in now.
Sit on the floor next to me and Im will instruct you what to do when I am
done."

Bridget spent thirty minutes voiding her bowels. I could hear her body refuse
hit the water. Soon the bowl was filled to the brim, but luckily when she
flushed, it managed to be flushed successfully. I was rewarded with, "Well you
managed to do something right, Toilet Slave". Now get over her and clean me.
Do a good job and I might allow you to be my permanent TS." I did what she
asked , as she sat on my face with her huge ass smothering me. As I cleaned
her cavernous cavity, my hands reached up and felt her steel-like arms. They
were even harder than before. She flexed them for me, as I licked, probed and
cleansed. Soon I was at the boiling point. I was about to explode. I did when
I heard Bridget say, "When you are done, I will put your face on my huge arm
and flex it up and down slowly until you begin to bleed out on the floor. You
would, like that, I know. Continue licking this feels so good!"

So I did dear readers, I got the new job. It didn't pay very well, just some
scraps here and there. Butt I didn't care. It's all good or should I say,
BROWN

GJ