Kari Takes Charge

Chapter Six

The next morning Kari woke up to discover that there wasn't enough food in the house to eat and fart on her brother and Kotori. She'd have to go to the store to get some more.

Kotooi was fast asleep. Kari sat astride her lips and peed on her nose, causing several droplets to leak into Kotori's nostrils.

"Ewwwwwwwww, Kari! Why'd you do that?"

"To wake you up, of course," Kari said.

"Ugh, you could have thrown water at me instead."

"I prefer this way. And speaking of which, it's time to wake up Yuma."

She did the same to him on the opposite couch, slathering him with a golden shower that many guys (and quite a few girls) would've given their right arms to have a chance to be subjugated by that.

"Yuck," he said, upon waking. She rubbed her butt in his face and released a massive fart which rank fo sardines and chop suey.

"I'm heading to the store for groceries," she announced to them. "Be back later."

"Go enjoy yourself," Kotori said. Yuma didn't say anything.

"I'm going to lock you in the house, to ensure the pair of you don't try to escape."

"We're not going anywhere," Kotori promised.

"I still need to lock you in," said Kari. She presently did just as she had said she would, turning the key in the lock in a satisfactory way and bouncing to her car, which she sped in along the highway to her destination.

Upon arriving she stepped out of the car. Hailey had parked in the spot next to hers but Hailey was packing up to leave.

"Getting more stuff to make your farts on your brother that much more excruciating?" Hailey asked.

"You bet I am!"

"Good for you. I'm so happy."

Kari knew that Hailey would've loved to have been farted on by her. But she wasn't ready to use Hailey like that, though she knew that the time couldn't be that far off when she would. Only she hoped that by then Hailey still wanted her to, and that being submerged under Kari's butt would meet Hailey's expectations. Though Hailey would be the first blond that Kari ever did that to.

She waved farewell to Hailey and took a shopping cart, moving it toward the front entrance of the grocery store.

Several times she had to stop and think about the farting potential of food she saw on shelves and in the fruits and veggies department.

"This asparagus will taste awful when it comes out my ear end," Kari said to herself. "Better buy it." She tossed it into the cart.

In the checkout line she was startled by the shocking blue hair of the girl in front of her. It was the kind of hair you wanted a girl to rush all over your face, to shower you with. And Kari thought she knew who this must be.

"Hey, aren't you Rio? Shark Kastle's little sister?"

"Erm, yeah, I am," the girl with blue hair said. "And who might you be?"

"I'm the sister of one of your brother's biggest rivals. Yuma Tsukumo."

"Yuma?" Rio said. "Surely the sister of that little brat couldn't want anything to do with me?"

"Actually, there is something I'd very much like of you..." Kari said, before stopping cold.

The thing was as a reporter she was used to interrogating public officials, or sniffing out criminal activity and tracing it back to its source. But when it came to actually requesting something she herself desired, that was when she fell flat against the wall. Unless it concerned Yuma...she needed to subjugate him that way, and besides, he was her brother. She could handle forcing him to undergo the pain to his nostrils that her flatulence inflicted.

This, on the other hand, was a lot more difficult. It required her to be brave enough that Rio would allow her to do what she craved doing, and if Rio turned her down, she felt she might be heartbroken.

"Would you...I mean, it wouldn't trouble you too much if I asked..."

"Oh just spit it out," Rio said, upon seeing Kari's face downcast.

"Well, I know we just met and all, but I'd really like you to fart on me. Er, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I couldn't have told from your glamorous outfit that you like being farted on," Rio said. "But I'd be glad to."

She started to pull her pants down.

"Wait, we can't do it in the checkout line," Kari said, gazing around frantically. "Let's go to the frozen food section."

"Why frozen food?" Rio asked, though as Kari was pushing her shopping cart in that direction she didn't stay behind to press the question.

"It's more secluded," Kari said evasively.

Rio wasn't sure whether to take her at her word or not. But she did want to fart on Kari, who seemed so eager for it...and if Kari wanted it done in the frozen food section, who was she to say otherwise?

If Rio had known what it meant to have power over another girl, real and true power to have her obey your will, unquestioning and docile, she Would have insisted on Kari remaining where they had been. But Rio didn't know how to dominate or persuade effectively enough to coerce a girl eager for her fart into letting her fart whenever and wherever she pleased. Rio didn't know it then but that was a skill acquired over much observation and practice.

They arrived at the ice cream aisle and Kari lay down on the ground. "Not as comfortable as a mat," she said. "But it'll have to do."

"Wait, use this!" Rio said, pulling a Mrs. Baird's Cinnamon roll carton out of her shopping cart. "This will make a great pillow."

Kari rested her head on it. Her maroon hair gave Rio the tingles. Though if Rio knew how Kari felt about her hair, how she felt you could just swim in it for days, drown yourself in the magnificent blue rivulets.

Rio shook her head. She had to focus. Falling in love with Kari wouldn't get this done.

She turned to face the pizzas in the freezers opposite the ice cream. Red Baron's, Digornio's, Totino's. Pizza produced some really nasty farts. Rio knew this by how Shark's nose always wrinkled when she farted in their parent's house. He told her he didn't mind, so long as he was with her, life was good. But she could tell that her pizza farts were fairly irritating to his senses, even if he tried to ignore what they were telling him.

Now she lowered her skirt and her panties, pulling it down slowly. Kari sighed so Rio must've been doing something right. Then she lowered her butt, a few inches, then a couple, then ten centimeters, then maybe five centimeters, then it seemed like she was moving millimeter by millimeter toward Kari's face. Kari waited with eager anticipation for the fart that would come, hopefully loud and very smelly. She wanted to feel like Rio's possession, like Rio could do anything with her she desired. And this would make it happen.

Rio's posterior finally reached Kari's nose and a "EEERRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPUUUGH!" came out. Then a plop, a very wet fart, disgusting and sending flecks of diarrhea into Kari's mouth.

Rio felt very embarrassed by the last fart, though when the bubbly one that pursued it emerged she was sure Kari wouldn't want this anymore, so she stood up.

But Kari looked hurt by her leaving. "Please don't go," she choked out, looking sad and forlorn.

"I may have to diarrhea soon, though," Rio said. "So I'd better find a toilet."

"I'm your toilet," Kari said. "Go on me."

"Well, I can't eat those cinnamon rolls if I do that."

"I'll eat them," Kari said. "Or me and my brother and his friend. So please do it."

So Rio unloaded her diarrhea and Kari took it with glee.

When Rio sat up five minutes later, Kari's entire face was covered in liquid feces, some of it streaming down her cheeks. Bits and debris clung here and there. Her maroon eyelashes looked like something no one would want to lick unless they craved a taste of Rio's feces. Her ears were caked with poop...she had asked to turn over on her side to receive that wonderful bliss from her darling.

"I think I'm in love with you," Kari said to Rio.

"You make a nice toilet," Rio said. Then she cringed, wanting to smack herself in the forehead. That wasn't a kind thing to say.

But Kari just smiled and said, "You can use me any time." Her grin was a bit awkward as there were strands of feces all around her lips.

"What's all this going on here?" asked a very gruff voice. A man marched over to them. "This is questionable behavior in a grocery store when people are trying to do their shopping! What do you have to say for yourselves?'

"Uh..." Rio said, looking quite guilty.

"Henderson, have you forgotten the contract the newspapers and I made which allow me and my girls to use your grocery store as a poop factory?"

"M-miss Tsukumo!" the man said, shrinking back. "I didn't realize it was you. Most of your face is covered in feces."

"It came out of Rio's anus and I wanted it there," Kari said. "And I've got an idea that will rake in the business for your store."

"You do?" he asked, looking eager.

"Yeah. Rio and I are going to poop in most of the ice cream containers here."

"Huh? That's not going to make people want to buy things from my story," he said. "You're making a mockery of me, Miss Tsukumo."

"Wanna bet?" Kari said. She beckoned a super hot girl with nice legs and a pink T-shirt to step in the frozen food aisle. Her nose wrinkled at the smell, but she came forward.

"Yes?"

"See this package of cinnamon rolls?" Kari said, picking it up.

"It's got some poop on it."

"It's from her," Kari said, indicating Rio.

"Oh," the girl said, attempting to conceal her eagerness. "Could she...I mean, would you," she began turning to Rio, "that is, I'd be extremely honored if you'd..."

"I think she wants you to release more on it," Kari said.

"Hmmm," Rio said. "What about directly on top of it so that my poop will be well packaged and you can eat when you get home?"

"Would you do that?" the girl in the pink T-shirt asked, her excitement rippling out all across her face. "Please do! It would make myt day."

"Now see here-" the manager said. "This kind of behavior isn't usually welcome here."

"Well, if that's the case," said the blond girl, "I'll take my poop-covered cinnamon rolls and not ever shop here again. I never started coming to this grocery store till I heard that Kari Tsukumo was allowed to fart here and bring girls to fart on. I've been waiting to meet her so long, and have her anus release gasses on my face."

"I'm Kari Tsukumo," Yuma's sister said.

"Oh!" the blond said, bright-eyed. "I didn't realize..not with all the feces around your mouth..oh, can I please, please kiss your butt?"

"You may," Kari said.

The blond girl was so excited that she lay down with her head on the hard floor while Kari lowered her posterior. "UNNNNNNNNNN-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEE!" her butt said. Or at least the sounds made were near enough to that that the blond imagined it to be saying that.

And gosh is tasted awful. The blond girl loved it, for it came form Kari's butt. Oh, if she could be this girl's toilet forever! But she was shy and couldn't ask that. Thank goodness Kari could figure out what she had wanted. Well, of course she could. She knew girls could enjoy this. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...she breathed in that wonderful, nasty-smelling, delicious but also revolting, fart. Kari's anus knew just what she needed.

"She sure got flustered speaking to me," Rio said. "But she had no trouble talking to you. Why is that?" She let swirls of poop come out over the cinnamon rolls. She was like an ice cream maker. The ice cream would probably taste nasty to many but there were quite a few who would consume it as if it were the most electrifyingly good thing to eat on Earth.

"I think it's because your beauty kind of intimidates people," Kari said. "I got flustered asking you myself. And I'm a reporter."

"Is intimidating people bad?"

"No," Kari said, shaking her head. "It's a good thing. It means you can have power over people, which you can choose to use or abuse as you feel like."

"I suppose..." Rio said. "Do you think she'll like eating my poop, though?"

"Well, she likes the idea of it and she knows I'd eat it in a heartbeat, so I think she'll eat it whether it revolts her or not."

"Good, I don't want her to think of ill of me."

"She will be crazier about you than she is about me after tasting your poop," Kari said, as she released a jumbo, super icky fart up the blond girl's nostrils. "All it will take is a tiny morsel and you'll be her favorite."

Rio was reassured by this and she burst out with the feces till she was sure the packaging couldn't fit anymore.

The manager brought some aluminum foil. "That's nowhere near enough to please her with, and she might want to sprinkle your feces on chicken and dumplings for something, he said. "So make some more and wrap it in this aluminum foil. She can have it for a buck fifty."

"You're going to sell my poop?" Rio asked, enraged.

"It's okay, Rio," Kari said, resting her palm on Rio's arm. "It's [part of the contract. If we can prove that we are helping their business by doing this here, ,we are allowed to do this as we please. But if we don't garner business for them, they can end the contract."

"But i don't want my feces to be making someone else money."

"How about I charge $2.20 and you get seventy cents of it?" the manager asked.

"So you'd make more money from my poop than I would? No thanks," Rio said, crossing her arms.

"I say we take him up on that offer," said Kari.

"I like you, Kari, but something about selling my poop is weird."

"Please, Rio? I think it'll be a good venture for everyone."

"All right, Kair, but that fact that I'm agreeing to this is a sign of how much I like you, more than anything else."

She sat over the sluminum foil, closing her eyes. The manager waited with anticipation, but nothing happened.

"Why aren't you defecating? Have you run out?"

"No," Rio said. "It's still there. But I can't just poop on demand."

"You went on a girl's face, you pooped on cinnamon rolls! How is this any different?"

"Well, I think the fact that the cinnamon rolls will be eaten, and that pooping in someone's face implies that it could be eaten, may've been the key factor in the other situations," Kari said. She turned to Rio. "If you feel otherwise, I'll support that, but that's my theory."

"Sounds about right to me," said Rio.

"Well, we can't sell the poop you release on someone's face as a marketable product," said the manage in despair.

"I have an idea," Kari said. "Rio, if I rest my hand ont he aluminum foil, maybe your poop will come out easier."

"Maybe," Rio said.

Kari placed her hand on the aluminum, palm face-up. Rio sat down and her butt erupted with feces, inundating the surface of the foil.

"Gosh I love being pooped on by you," Kari said to Rio. "Could never get enough of it."

Rio giggled. No one had ever said that to her before, and she enjoyed hearing it very much.

The manager wrapped it up and placed it in the blond girl's basket. Kari let out a huge fart then got up and looked down at the blond, who was so mesmerized by her luck that she seemed radiating with pleasure.

"Would you fart on me again?" she asked Kari. "Please?"

"Yeah, some other time," Kari said.

"That's what I was thinking! Any time you want!"

The blonde kept looking back at Kari as she went toward her cart, banging into Rio's own collection of food on the way.

"Rio, do you think you've got any poop left in you?" Kari asked, when the blond girl had gone.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was thinking," Kari said, eyeing the half gallon Blue Bell containers behind her. "What say you we give this place some real business?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we're going to defecate in several cartons of ice cream," Kari said. "And then we'll put stickers on them labelling them as containing my and your poop. People will love buying them, whether to eat it themselves, or who knows what else. But it'll be a lot of fun."

"It sure will," Rio said dreamily.

So they yanked vanilla and chocolate and Rocky Road and neopolitan from the shelves.

Kari set her butt over the carton of ice cream, leaned forward, and felt a long trail of feces swirl out of her anus into the dessert someone would eat later. And ice cream was kind of expensive, it was a treat many people only had once a month. If they found a strand of a girl's poop in it, they'd eat it even if they hated the taste. That was why Kari was doing this, she could imagine how disgusted people would be when they scooped into cream into their mouths, only to taste the bitter ickiness of her poop. OAnd then how they might dislike it but they'd force themselves to not stop until all ehr feces in the carton were consumed. So even if they hated the taste they'd still eat it, which gave her a feeling of power over them, even though she couldn't witness the torture they'd be going through.

Rio was going in a carton of cookies in cream. "Gosh, that's my favorite," Kari said. "I think I'll buy that one. I want a sample of your poop to taste, there wasn't that much you released on my face, and most of that was diarrhea rather than the solid kind. And as much I love your diarrhea, Rio, your feces have got to be twenty times as good as that."

"You might like them, but that doesn't mean anyone else will."

"I think a lot of people might," Kari said. "They do need to know that you're the one who pooped in it, though."

She pulled out a camera. Rio gaped at it. "Is that new?"

"Yup. A sticker-camera. Unlike the photos from other cameras, this one emits stickers of whatever it takes a picture of."

"I've heard about those. Very few people have them."

"It helps with my reporting," Kari said, neglecting to mention that she had had to promise to poop on her employer's daughter once a week in order to pay for it, and that she'd have to do so for the next five years.

She snapped a picture of Rio and then hit a button. Then she picked up her smartphone and hit something. Kari told Rio not to worry about it, that they'd have things taken care of in a few moments. And then a girl with the grocery store uniform, who was quite slim and looked like the kind of girl Kari would love to serve as a bathroom for if she hadn't known Rio, rushed toward them.

"Did you send your sticker photos to the fax machine?" she asked Rio.

"Uh, that was me," said Kari. "Although they are of her."

"Here they are. And, oh wow," the girl said, her eyes bright as she surveyed the ice cream cartons. "I love hearing about what you do hear, Kari Tsukumo. I never get to see you here though because you always shop before my shift starts."

"I never really had a reason to stay longer till now," Kari said.

"So what are you two doing?"

"We're giving anyone who buys these cartons a major surprise," Kari said.

"I like surprises!" the grocery store girl said, clapping her hands. "What kind of surprise?"

"A mouth-watering, sumptuous, energizing bite of poop."

"Wait, you girls are pooping in ice cream? Can I join you?"

"You want to help out?" Kari asked.

"Yes, if you want me to."

"It won't interfere with your work, will it?"

"I hope not," the grocery girl said. "I need this job."

"Well, let me take sticker pictures of you and myself, then you go fetch them , and ask if you can poop. Then come and do so. All right?"

"Sure," said the grocery store girl. She leaned against a freezer coquettishly for her picture, then took the sticker phone for a bit and snapped one of Kari. Then she hurried off to fetch the results.

Rio placed a sticker of herself on the cookies and creme carton then moved onto the next one. Kari pushed her cartons against the pizza freezers while she waited for her stickers. She had dug out some plastic spoons to stir the feces in, because people seeing the poop at the top might just scoop it out and avoid the places it touched, and she wanted to prevent any possibility of them doing this.

The grocery store girl returned with the stickers. "They said I can poop in three cartons but one of you two have to eat the first scoop of ice cream from each carton I poop in, and the scoop you consume must have be at least half my poop and the rest ice cream."

"Sounds delicious," Kari said. "I'll have the scoops, once they're ready."

"I'll take one scoop," Rio offered tentatively.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Kari insisted.

"I would really like to."

"Okay, she gets one and I'll take the other two."

"Sweet," said the grocery store girl, handing Kari her stickers.

She then sat over a banana souffle flavored ice cream and unleashed her poop on it. She was fairly aggressive when pooping, it gave Kari the feeling that being subjugated by her would be both terrifying and thrilling, while at the same time enjoyable.

She got a scoop and asked which girl desired it. Rio said she wasn't sure about banana souffle. Kari said she'd go for it. So into her mouth it went.

Blargh! The grocery store girl was cute, but her feces tasted revolting. And it was at that moment that Kari felt a gripping need to serve her as a toilet. She swallowed the nasty excrement that seemed to sear her tongue with how disgusting it tasted, but gosh she wanted some more. And more after that.

Next the grocery store girl pooped in red velvet cake flavored ice cream. Rio said she wanted that one. The grocery store girl spooned it out and zoomed it toward Rio's face, dropping it between her teeth.

Rio spit it out. "Ugh, that's icky! Phhh!"

"You have to swallow it or I won't get paid this week," the grocery store girl grumbled.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting it to be that awful. Give me another spoonful."

"But Rio, if you couldn't take it the first time..." Kari started to say.

"I want you to force me to swallow it," Rio said to the grocery store girl.

"Force, how?"

"I don't know, clamp your fingers around my jaw. Push your butt up against my chin. Anything that prevents me from spitting it out."

"Oh, I love coercion!" the grocery store girl said, beaming. "I never get to enforce it here, not with my job, but when I do get to do it, I'm very happy."

She got another scoop, this one eighty percent poop, and shoved it in Rio's mouth. Then she pushed her posterior against Rio's chin as suggested and tightened her legs around Rio's waist so she couldn't shake loose. Then she instructed Kari to take off her shoes and socks

"Why?" Kari asked.

"So that Rio can smell my feet, which will make her gag even more."

Rio fell over at that point and she nearly spit the feces out, but the grocery store girl slammed her butt down on her lips this time and farted. Kari sniffed her fart, it was as revolting as her feces except that you didn't have to feel the fart go down your esophagus, slimy and disturbing.

Kari removed the grocery store girl's shoes and socks. Then she watched in suspense as the grocery store girl emitted a load of feces in Rio's mouth. Gosh Rio was so lucky! She must be suffering immensely. If only Kari could suffer under this hot girl's care! But she had the feeling that Rio found this unendurable and had not expected the grocery store girl, whom Kari now saw had the name of Jill, pooping in her mouth.

"Uh, Jill?" Kari said, tentatively. "I'm not sure Rio likes that."

"Who cares if she likes it? I want to be paid this week. And pooping in her mouth could double my paycheck."

"What are you talking about?"

"Stanley said if this was a success, I'd get double wages for the month, but if a failure, I wouldn't get paid at all this week."

"Well, I don't see how forcing a girl to take your feces like that makes you think you're cool," Kari said, knowing perfectly well that she thought this grocery store girl the height of coolness, and that she was mainly concerned about Rio, who had to be having a nightmare right now.

"Yeah, it does," Iill said.

"Couldn't you do that on me?" Kari askd, batting her eyelashes, which is not behavior she'd have approved of before but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"I said I'm here to be farted on!" Kari exclaimed, very miffed at the groce Jill treating her like this.

"Don't you mean pooped on?" Jill said,, smirking.

"I mean I want you to use m toilet, andas you know perfectly well," Kari said.

"I only use powerful girls as toilets," said Jill. "Girls whom others would throw their life away to be the toilets for. Rio is one of them, but you aren't."

"I have a girl and a guy at home who obey my every wish let me fart on them for hours and hours," Kari said. "Also I'm the reason you're even allowed to do what you are currently doing in this grocery store, so let me un der your butt now! Please!"

Jill just shook her head, obstinately. Kari felt downcast. She looked longingly at the freezers behind her as if wanting to shut herself inside them.

A voice behind her said, "Wow, a grocery store that sells poop-embedded ice cream! And it smells fresh too!"

Kari turned to see a girl with a cascade of dark hair sniffing the banana souffle flavored Blue Bell that Jill had defecated in. She then touched the poop, digging her fingernails into it and bringing a bit to her mouth, "Yup, fresh as it is possible to be," she said.

"Hey, who are you?" Kari asked.

"My name is Lana," the girl said. "And this sticker looks just like you," she said to Jill. "Does that mean it's your poop in this?"

"Yeah, it's mine," Jill admitted.

"I need to buy this carton of ice cream before it melts."

"It wouldn't melt if we returned it to the freezer," Kari pointed out.

"I'm going to take it home and put it in my freezer," said Lana. "Though I can't just take this one," she added, gazing around. "My goodness! There must be several cartons here with the poop of you three girls in it! If these stickers aren't lying, of course."

"They're not lying," Kari insisted. "The ones with my sticker on them are from my anus, the ones with Rio's are from hers, and the that one you're holding plus the one over there have Jill's."

"Then I'll take all the ones with poop in them," Lana said. She gathered the ones which had stickers. "I suppose the ones without stickers don't have feces stirred in yet?"

"No. We were planning to do them but Jill got really attached to Rio and that slowed our progress."

"Well, do you think you could poop in a couple more for me real quick? And I wouldn't mind some of Jill's too."

"I'm making this girl with a lovely river of blue hair taste my wonderful solids," Jill said. "I have no time for pooping in ice cream."

"Yes, you do."Kari said, pulling her up and placing her butt on a carton of Rocky Road, where a rush of feces tumbled out.

"Hey, Rio can get away now!" Jill said, scrambling to shake herself from Kari's grip. But Kari held herself too firmly.

"No way! I'm not letting you go!" Kari said. She rolled over so that Jill would be sitting on her face and Jill's poop plummeted into Kari's open mouth while Jill struggled to break free from Kari's vicelike hold.

"I'll just take this carton then, and be on my way," said Lana

"There's plenty of poop on my face," Rio said. "You could add that to other ice cream containers if you want."

"Great idea!" Lana said. She used a plastic spoon to scoopp Jill's poop into a vanilla container, a chocolate one and a strawberry one, followed by a container of chocolate chip cookie dough flavor. "Gosh these will go well."

Rio then sat up and went on pooping in cartons for Lana, who waited patiently. Once she had seventeen more of Rio's deposition in her cart, Rio had run out of stickers.

"Let me go!" Jill screeched, finally prying Kari's fingers off her as Lana pushed her cart away. "That was really rude, you know," she said, standing up.

"I like being your toilet," Kari said, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, good for you," said Jill. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to resume operations on Rio."

"Oh no you won't be doing that," said the manager, approaching them. "A young lady iis currently int he checkout line with about twenty-five ice cream cartons containing the poop of you three lassies. So the only place your poop is going is in ice cream."

"But I need to go on Rio!" Jill whined.

"No buts. Now get moving. If you three ladies still have poop in you, I want as many ice cream cartons to have some in it as possible. Even a sliver of feces from one of you three ladies will make our customers very happy."

JIll gooaned as he disappeared around the corner. "If he weren't my boss," she started to say.

"But the fact is that he is your boss," Kari said. "So let's start filling the ice cream containers."

they pulled out more Blue Bell cartons and kept on depositing their feces in them. Sometimes they just put a little bit, whereas other times they let out whole strands and stirred it in. Then they applied stickers tot hem and replaced them int he freezer.

The last one they did, they took turns letting poop emerge fromt heir anus, Jill going first, then Rio, then Kari. The latter then lapped up Jill's poop that clung to Rio's rear end. Ah, that was the time of her life!

Then Kair took a couple of the ice cream cartons with Jill's sticker on them and added them to her cart. Both Rio and Kari moved toward the checkout line.

"I heard you got to taste a lot of Jill's feces," the boy at the checkout counter said."Lucky you."

"I'm sure she'd poop on you if you ask her," Kari said. "And even if she wouldn't, you can buy her ice cream and taste her feces that way."

He stared at the Blue Bell containers as he swiped them with the laser recognizer to get their price. "These stickers indicate the girl whose poop is in it?"

"That is correct," Kari said.

"I'm going to have to sample some from all three of you," the cashier boy said. He looked at Rio. "Especially this hot chick right here."

That made her want to punch him in the gut, but Kari put her hand on her shoulder and that calmed Rio down.

As they were leaving the store, Jill came running up. "Wait!" she yelled. They were currently in the entrance zone of the grocery store where all the empty shopping carts awaited use. "Rio, I really need to fart," she said, shoving the blue-haired girl to the ground and releasing awful-smelling odors which caused a young couple that had just entered the grocery store to retch.

"Hey, do it on me!" Kari begged.

"No," Jill said. She kept farting and farting, while ignoring Kari's entreaties..

"Gosh this place smells terrible," said a girlwho had just entered the grocery store and fetched a shopping cart. "Oh, sorry, Jill. Didn't realize it was you, farting," the girl said abashedly.

"It's okay, Miraim," Jill said. "It's supposed to irritate your nostrils. If it didn't, it wouldn't be fart, would it?"

"That girl beneath your posterior is so lucky. I hope you'll release flatulence like that on me someday."

"Of course I will, Miriam. Now go do some grocery shopping. And be sure to look in the Ice Cream freezers. What you'll find there will make you incredibly happy."

"I'll do that, thanks," Miriam said, pushing toward the store, though she took several sniffs before disappearing beyond the self-opening doors.

"PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!" Jill's butt screeched. Kari was getting hot with longing, that fart was so loud and smelly,s he only wished it could have been released directly in her face...

Jill got off after a few more minutes, then said to Rio, "I'd really like your number so we can do this outside my working hours."

"She's not giving you her number, your fart is revolting to her," Kari said.

"No, it's fine," said Rio, sitting up and pulling a pack of Post-Its from her purse. She also fetched a pen and scribbles down her number, then handed it to Jill.

"Cheers!" Jill said. "And I promise, the next time I'm sitting on your face, it won't be as pleasant as it was today." She sailed back into the store, Rio staring after her.

"What did you do that for?" Kari asked. "I thought you find her poop and fart revolting."

"I sort of do," Rio said. "But the feeling of being forced by her to take it is so wonderful. I feel happy that she did that to me."

"You are one strange duck," Kari said.

"As long as I'm your strange duck, or Jill's, I'm good," rio said, getting to her feet.

"You'll always be mine," Kari said. "And hey, you should come over to my house someday. I think you'll like visiting."

"I'll make a note to do that," Kari said. "Thanks."

They left the store then, going to separate areas of the parking lot, and packign their groceries in the trunks of their respective vehicles. Then Kari and Rio waved at each other, Kari eyeing the cartons of ice cream she had slipped in the passenger seat in which Jill's feces awaited consumption...