The sound of high heels carrying a running, sizeable person became louder. He gulped and tried to prepare himself. The door flew open and a woman with churning stomach sprinted inside. She pressed her butt checks together but still she ripped a bubbly fart every second or so. She quickly choose a stall and let go of her butt cheeks allowing her anus to continuously emit a foul, bubbling gas stream. Slamming her buttocks down on the seat she released a faecal bombshell into the toilet. Rotten, concentrated sewer sludge is probably the closest description of her faeces. He turned away as the smell overwhelmed him and the nasty sound she emitted terrified him. But she simply continued to expel her waste pulling her knees up to her chest and moaning as her colon continued to punish the toilet.
"Ah, oh, here comes yesterdays Chinese", she moaned almost orgasmic as a mushy explosion finally made the toilet overflow.
Oh, he hated his job.
He truly did.
The Sakawa moon base was owned by the Sakawa corporation. This location was chosen due to it's operations: developing potentially dangerous biotechnology so that in case of contamination there was no possibility of endangering the wider human population.
Many stern women worked at this place, growing fungi and splicing microbes in enormous test tubes designed to minimize the threat of leak. The cafeteria in which these scientists worked at ensured that their voluptuous, powerful bodies were kept so. Large, powerful thighs. Strong, hardened arms. And of course, their wide, heavy bottoms. A solid mixture of both muscle and fat kept the female workforce going.
He was just as important. He was the toilet cleaner assigned to female bathroom #4. And oh how he hated his job. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.