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*All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18*
Brad looked around the fair, taking in the sight of all the different booths. People were selling all the usual stuff he always saw at fairs: cotton candy, stuffed animals, hand-made jewelry, soaps, and candles. He wandered slowly, looking at each booth and the prices they had listed for their items. He hadn’t really come with the intention of buying anything, but he had just gotten his tip out from work, so if anything caught his eye, he may have sprung for it.
As he neared the next booth, he had to hold back a snort. The sign read ‘Witch’s Brews and Potions”. The woman running the booth was middle aged with dark, flowing hair. She wore a black dress and had a ‘crystal’ dangling around her neck.
“God, that’s fucking lame,” Brad muttered.
“Excuse me?” the woman snapped, looking up at him.
Brad’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh shit, you heard that?”
The woman stepped forward, coming out of her booth to stand in front of him. “Of course I did. I’m a witch.”
Brad refrained from rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right. Sure you are.”
“Don’t disrespect me. I can promise you that you’ll regret it.”
“Okay, Lady, I’m sorry for making fun of your ‘magic potions’ stall. I’ll just leave now.”
Brad turned to walk away, chuckling to himself. Before he could get very far, though, the woman’s hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him to a stop.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson for being so rude, little boy,” she snapped.
Before Brad could reply, his vision was suddenly going to dark, and he lost consciousness.
***
When düzce escort Brad finally awoke, he found himself tied to a bench in the middle of a grassy patch at the fair. People walked past him, not seeming to see or notice him at all. He was tied so that he lay down across the bench lengthwise. When he looked up, he found the Witch staring down at him.
“What did you do to me? Untie me!” Brad exclaimed.
“No. Like I said, you need to be taught a lesson,” she replied. “I’ve put a curse on you. No one else at this fair can see you tied to this bench. Instead, when they look at you, all of them will see a porta-potty. Eventually, someone at the fair is bound to use you.”
Brad’s stomach did a flip. “What?!”
The Witch just grinned evilly down at him. “If you’re going to treat others like shit, then you’re going to be paid back with shit.”
Brad began squirming, pulling against the ropes that tied him down. The Witch just laughed. No matter how hard he struggled, though, the ropes wouldn’t budge. He tried calling out to the people who walked past him, but none of them seemed to be able to hear him. He let out a frustrated groan.
“Oh, girls, look! Bathrooms!”
Brad looked up to find a group of college girls walking towards him. Panic shot through him and he began struggling harder against the ropes.
“I’m not a toilet!” He cried. “Please, listen to me!”
They couldn’t hear him, though, and they continued towards him unfazed.
“Excuse me, are you in line to use the washroom?” the girl who had pointed Brad out questioned the edirne escort Witch.
She just smiled. “Oh, no. Go ahead.”
The girl smiled back and walked up to Brad. He felt like he was watching some sort of sick mime show as the girl went through all the motions as if she was opening the door to a porta-potty, stepping inside, and then closing and locking the door behind her. Then she proceeded to pull down her pants. Brad looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this. She was getting undressed in the middle of the fairgrounds! But again, no one even glanced his way. The girl sat down, settling her ass on his chest. Her face scrunched up in concentration. All at once, the smell of her shit hit him as she released it all over his chest. It was strong and putrid, and it made him gag. He watched in horror as the other girls from the group walked up to him now as well, both going through the motions of ‘getting into the porta-pottys’. One sat down on his groin, perfectly over his dick, and to his horror, the other sat right on his face. His nose was crushed under the weight of the third girl’s ass. She let out a long, nasty fart into his face before beginning to piss.
The piss ran down his face, into his eyes and hair. The first girl was finishing up now, using the edge of his shirt—which she apparently thought was toilet paper—to wipe her ass. The second girl was shitting right onto his dick. Her shit was way bigger and somehow even smellier than the first girl. Luckily, the smell was masked by the third girl, who still sat, pressed down over his mouth and nose. Her elazığ escort piss was leaking into his mouth, the taste overpowering. She let out another long, nasty fart before letting out a sigh and wiping herself with the collar of his shirt. The second girl was finishing up too, her huge pile of shit poised perfectly on his dick. Once all three girls had left, Brad was left lying in a pile of shit and piss, the smell making his eyes water. He was gagging, trying not to throw up.
“Please, let me go. Stop the curse,” he begged the Witch who still stood, watching over him.
The Witch raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes,” Brad cried. “Please, I’m begging you.”
The Witch shrugged. “Okay.”
She snapped her fingers. At first, Brad thought nothing had happened. Then, he heard someone gasp. The people around him were staring at him. They could see him again. For a moment, he was excited. But then, he looked down at himself. He was still covered in shit and piss. The only difference was that the ropes had vanished.
“Oh my God!” he heard someone exclaim.
It was the first college girl. She and her friends were staring at him in horror. He wondered what they had seen when the Witch had lifted the curse and made him look like him again. Had it looked like he had suddenly transformed from a porta-potty into a man?
“Oh my God! Perv!” the second girl yelled.
Apparently, it didn’t really matter what she saw. All that mattered was that she and her friends had all just used him as a toilet, and now he was lying there covered in their filth. Brad sat up, panic once again coursing through him.
“Call the fucking cops. Let’s get him,” the third girl demanded.
Brad jumped to his feet. The shit slid off of him as he did. He shot the Witch a glare. She just grinned at him. Then, he turned, and he sprinted from the park, humiliation burning through him. This had been the worst trip to the fair ever.
