Trauma
by Story-anon

Inspired by a suggestion in the CF comments section.

The Sun shone through Jess' bathroom window. She had about five minutes left to get out the door; she'd overslept. She quickly grabbed and ate three chocolatey Ex-Lax tablets in preparation. The night before, she had eaten a large dinner as always, and then the next morning a heavy breakfast. Mondays were always rush hour at the Catty Coffee. Jess grinned in anticipation of the day. It would be a fun one.

Kay sat down at a little table. The Catty Coffee had been recommended to her by a friend. She had expected about what she found, which was by and large a single-person Starbucks, but a lot less corporate-feeling. She liked the place already, though the context of the place made her feel VERY uneasy. Since the incident, everywhere around this area did. She watched the waitresses take orders and deliver them to the kitchen, like a mini-restaurant. It was cute, she thought, steadyibg her nerves.

"One double medium with extra caffeine," the waitress called to Jess, poking her head through the door to the kitchen.
"Got it," she replied, and began preparing the next coffee load as the waitress went to take more orders.
She poured each cup of coffee about 90% full, customized the cups to their individual orders, and prepared. This was the fun part. She placed all the cups on a little counter between the regular one and the floor, at perfect squatting height. She pulled a switch that flipped a color outside the kitchen door. No guests would notice, but her waitresses knew not to enter when the little circle had been flipped to orange. She pulled down her skinny jeans laboriously, struggling to fit them down beyond her thighs. She had always been proud of her body and its endowments. As soon as the jeans were down, the panties followed. She squatted over the first cup of eight, spreading apart her plentiful cheeks. The Ex-Lax gurgled in her stomach. Time for the fun.

She pushed ever so slightly and a stream of 100% liquid diarrhea poured from her asshole. She stoppered it almost immediately, as it filled the cup to the top. She did the same thing to all seven of the other cups, unloading a small bit of diarrhea into each cup, filling them all. She replaced them on the counter, pulled up her pants and panties, and pushed the switch to its original position, signifying to the waitresses she was done. She took out a wooden stirrer for each cup, put them in, and stirred each a little. Coffee was a bitter brown drink. The customers wouldn't notice a thing.

A waitress entered the room to grab the drinks and deliver them with a knowing smile. Jess walked to the other side of the kitchen, to the one-way mirror through which she viewed the restaurant. She looked on as each person received and drank their special coffee. They were all drinking her shit. She felt a throbbing feeling down below and felt herself ever so slightly through her jeans. A whole business built around her obscure fetish. The American dream, baby, she thought to herself. My way.

A waitress reached Kay and asked for her order. "I'm new here, how about just your own favorite flavor, straight." The waitress was surprised. "How thoughtful! I'm sure you'll love it," she said to Kay with a big smile, and returned to give the next batch of orders.

Jess smiled at this one. Favorite flavor. Up there with "house special" as an in-joke with the waitresses. Almost half of it would be liquid feces, just like every other time it was ordered. She obliged that order happily with her others.

Kay received her straight coffee a few minutes later. Hot and steaming. She took a sip of it, hot. But it was... strange... no, it couldn't be. Uncertainly, she took another, larger gulp of it, and instantly was shaken to her core. Memories flashed through her head almost in front of her eyes. No. No. She took the cup in her hand and, having already paid, dumped it in the trash as she walked as calmly as possible through the doors to her car before breaking down, sobbing.

There was an alleyway next to the Catty Coffee. It led only to a dumpster which the CC used. Nobody paid it any heed. It was dark and out of the way, so nobody thought twice about its existence. Seven months ago, Kay had been raped in that alley.

Her attacker had pinned her down behind the dumpster, forced Kay to fuck her using a strap-on, and then, in a horrifying experience she'd never forget, stuck her bare ass to Kay's face, and took a dump in her mouth. It wasn't just bitter, it had a unique disgusting bitter taste that only shit can have. The coffee that was 40% shit had that same horrible taste. Kay had seen a therapist about it, and eventually decided immersion therapy would help her with the memory, hence why she went to the Catty Coffee today: to help herself get over it. But one more effect had come of that, something she never would have expected. She became lesbian. Formerly straight as an arrow, after that traumatic night she found herself attracted only to girls. She broke up with her boyfriend in the following weeks and began living alone.

Her disgusted and saddened feelings turned quickly to anger. Someone had shit in her drink. Someone. had brought back those horrible memories, and that person was going to pay. Fuck trauma. Ever since she was little her anger had been a powerful tool to contend with. So with that thought she decided. She was going into the alley.

The night pounded in the back of her thoughts, but she proceeded into the alleyway. The door to the kitchen had a window in it, she remembered. Through her immense fear, she continued down the alley and peered through the window. In the kitchen she saw Jess, in the middle of the act, releasing diarrhea into a cup. Kay was disgusted. She backed up from the door. She needed a plan.

That night Jess finished cleaning up the restaurant while her coworkers left. She went to the bathroom, let out all of her remaining shit, and clocked out to go home. She exited through the front door, locked up, and was tackled to the ground by a heavy weight. On her stomach was Kay with an enraged expression and a hard grip. Kay wasn't the skinniest woman. Not fat by any means, but bigger than Jess. "What the hell?" she yelled to Kay. Kay grabbed her arm, got up off of her, and dragged her towards the alley. She pulled Jess in, out of sight, despite her cries and struggles. It was dark. Nobody was around.

While Kay's anger was a powerful tool, one more asset of hers was even stronger: her gas. Kay, for as long as she could remember, had had horrible farts. She could clear a room with two tiny toots, and she regularly let out much longer farts than that. Kay, for that reason, had chosen Mexican for lunch. After she had developed the crazy plan, Mexican food was the way to put it into action.

"What are you-" Jess started but was cut off by Kay, who had Jess' wrists to the ground.

"You shat in my coffee," Kay growled. "You brought back memories I was trying for months to abandon. Now you're going to pay."

"Pay?" Jess asked nervously. "What does that mean?"

"It means-" Kay began responding, her voice straining for a second.

BLRRRTRRRLT

"-that," she finished, having released a second-long burning fart from her huge ass.

It only took a second for the smell to reach Jess. She retched twice and started squirming. "Ew, that's gross!" she squeaked.

"Oh trust me, it's going to get a lot worse." Kay said, and punctuated it by turning around quickly and planting her still-fuming big butt on Jess' face. Jess jerked and started twisting as hard as she could, trying and failing to escape Kay's rancid ass.

"Ooh, there's another one coming," she said in glee.

PEET

It was high-pitched and super short, but the stench that came with it packed a wallop. Jess, who had thought it couldn't be worse, was subjected to a new level of torture as the eggy meaty stink pervaded her nose.

PEEERRRT

A longer one came out of Kay's ass cannon, point-blank, with only leggings and panties as a guard. Jess' next circle of hell was unveiled, the fart's length intensifying its stink. It punched into her nose and wouldn't leave.

"Oh, oh, wait, I've got a REAL one here." Kay announced, the primer to a panic attack, Jess jerking around under her. If those weren't even considered real ones, how bad would this one be?

BRRTLRLTLLRRLAATRRLP

Jess got her answer: horrible. Pure sulfur mixed with the eggs and rotted meat smell, coating her face and burning her nostrils. The stink was pure torture.

BRAAAAAALLRLRRRLT

PPRRRRSSRRBLT

Kay released two more big farts onto Jess's tear-streaked face, intensifying the hellish smell in her nose. Jess felt like she couldn't take any more.

BRAARRRTLTLRTTTTRRR

BLATCHL

Kay wordlessly pushed out another burning ripper followed by a shorter but wetter burst. The thickness of the horrid smell intensified immensely after the last blast, and Kay was afraid she might have let something else out.

"Holy shit," she called, getting a whiff. "That's fucking rancid. I can't imagine how bad it must be for you."

The answer was beyond Jess' worst nightmares, the sulfuric stink reaching new levels she didn't think possible.

"Let's just get rid of these real fast," Kay giggled, pulling down her leggings and exposing her freshly skidmarked panties. "Ooh yeah this feels much better," she softly crooned, lowering the skidmark onto Jess' nose.

Jess got right back to squirming, the skidmark still being somehow worse than those other horrid farts. It seemed physically impossible that someone could smell so bad.

"Oh here we go," Kay said quickly, and...

Ffffffffssssssssssssssffffsfffffhhhhhhhhhhh

She pushed out a huge SBD at least fourteen seconds long, the close proximity filtered through the skidmark reaching truly unbearable levels. By the time the fart had ceased, Jess was passed out.

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Jess, groggily, opened her eyes. It was morning, and she was on a bed... wait, no, she was tied to it! Each of her limbs was roped to one corner of the bed, spread-eagling her.

Kay slowly entered the room with a mischievous smile. "Good morning."

TO BE CONTINUED