The Fart Queen Takes Over
I gripped the remote tightly in my hand, ready to change the channel. I couldn't stand listening to my roommate complain about me one more time. He had the nerve to complain—about me taking up the couch, eating all the snacks, and yeah... letting out some gas. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was just another day with him.
As I began to search for something more entertaining, something caught my eye. A video titled "Fart Queen Ghostbabe – Roommate Got the Gas He Deserved (POV)". My curiosity piqued, I clicked on the link and prepared myself for what was about to unfold before me.
The scene opened up to reveal my roommate, kneeling down on the floor with his nose just inches away from my crotch. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. But I wasn't about to show him any. No, I was going to give him exactly what he deserved.
If he's going to whine like a brat, then he's going to sniff like one too. I smiled wickedly and pointed my crotch directly at his face. He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and inhaling my fart. It was a sweet, sour, and slightly nauseating smell that filled his nostrils.
"Go on," I taunted. "Get a good whiff."
He closed his eyes and took another breath, this time holding it in. I couldn't help but chuckle at his discomfort. We continued like this for what seemed like hours, with me farting and him trying desperately not to puke. But eventually, even he couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough!" he gasped, trying to get some fresh air. But I wasn't done yet. Oh no, this was just the beginning.
I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face right back to where it started—my crotch. He looked up at me, tears welling up in his eyes. But there was something different about them now. Fear. Respect. Maybe even admiration.
"You're mine now," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Your face is mine now—my personal fart seat. I'm the fart queen, and in this house, my gas owns him."
And with that, I let loose another monstrous fart. He barely had time to react before it hit him square in the face, knocking him back a little. But he didn't move. No, he stayed right where he was—my loyal subject—waiting for me to let him know when he could finally breathe fresh air again.
