Emily was curled up in bed, her back against the pillow, eyes closed as she tried to drift off to sleep. She didn't know what woke her up in the middle of the night, but when she opened her eyes, she saw something that made her heart race.
Her doll was on the bed next to her, laid out flat, with a sly smirk on its face. Emily's breath hitched when she realized what was happening. Her doll was farting, and not quietly either. The room was filled with the putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur, making her nose wrinkle in disgust.
"Oh, come on!" Emily groaned, sitting up in bed and covering her nose with her shirt sleeve. "That's disgusting! What are you doing?"
But her doll didn't respond. It just lay there, arms and legs splayed out like it was crucified, letting out fart after fart as Emily watched helplessly from the bed. The more she tried to ignore it, the worse it got, until she was sure everyone in the house could hear it too.
"Stop it!" Emily finally shouted at the top of her lungs, slapping the doll across its face. "This isn't funny!"
But still, the doll kept farting, and Emily started to feel a strange sensation spreading through her body. It was like she was being turned on by something so filthy and disgusting that it was almost beyond belief.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice cracking with desire. "Please stop... just make it stop."
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the farting stopped. Emily waited a few more moments, expecting another round of gasps and giggles, but all she heard was silence.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at her doll, who was now staring back at her with a look of triumph.
"You like that, don't you?" it asked mockingly. "You like the way I fart all over you, don't you?"
Emily couldn't find the words to respond. All she could do was nod, feeling a warm, wet sensation pooling between her legs.
"Good," the doll said, its voice dropping an octave. "Because I'm going to keep doing it, and I'm going to keep degrading you until you can't stand it anymore."
Before Emily could protest, the doll rolled over onto its stomach and let out one last, long, loud fart. This time, though, it was different. This time, Emily felt like she was the one doing it.
She moaned loudly as the putrid stench enveloped her, and she reached down between her legs, feeling the warmth spreading throughout her body. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't stop herself either.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own farting. "I am degenerate. I love being your little fart slave."
And with that, Emily allowed herself to give in to the filthy, humiliating pleasure that her doll was giving her. After all, who could resist the allure of a good hard fart followed by a degrading insult? Not her, that's for sure.
