Jacob, my bald slave, stood before me, his eyes wide with fear as he anticipated the punishment I had in store for him. He had been called to help me empty my belly, but instead of doing so without complaint, he had insulted me by calling me fat. The audacity of this man! I was a goddess, and he had dared to question my size? I decided to make an example of him.
"Get down on your knees, slave," I commanded, my tone cold and harsh.
Jacob dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head close to mine. The smell of fear was overpowering, but not as much as the odor coming from my own body. I had been gorging myself on junk food all day, and my stomach was threatening to burst at the seams.
"Are you ready for your punishment, slave?" I asked, my breath hot against his ear.
He whimpered in response, unable to find the courage to speak. I released my grip on his hair and stepped back, giving him a clear view of the target area. My massive girth was on full display, my rolls of fat shaking with each breath I took.
"Today, slave, you will learn the true meaning of humiliation," I said, my voice dripping with venom.
I reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it up over my head. My bare belly was exposed to the air, and Jacob's eyes grew even wider. He had never seen a woman's stomach this close up before, much less one as huge as mine.
"Kiss my belly, slave," I commanded, my voice still cold.
Jacob hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and pressing his lips against my flesh. I felt the warmth of his breath against my skin, and it only served to fuel my anger. With a roar, I released a massive fart into the air, the stench assaulting Jacob's senses.
"Taste my farts, slave," I growled, pulling him closer.
With tears streaming down his face, Jacob opened his mouth and took a deep breath. The fart was noxious, like rotten eggs and spoiled garbage all rolled into one. He let out a gagging sound as he tasted the fumes, and I laughed heartily.
"That's what you get for questioning your mistress," I said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair once more.
I pulled him close to my face, and with a spiteful grin, I released another fart into the air. This one landed squarely on his cheek, the stench causing him to retch. I laughed again, the sound echoing through the room.
"How does it feel to have your face stinky, slave?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jacob didn't respond, his mouth hanging open in shock. I watched as his eyes began to water, and I could tell he was fighting back the urge to vomit. I released another fart, this time aiming it directly at his nose. He sneezed violently, and I laughed even harder.
"You're such a disgusting creature, slave," I said, shaking my head in mock sadness. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
I pulled him up to his feet and pushed him towards the door. "Now get out of here, and don't come back until you've cleaned up this mess," I said, waving my hand towards the room.
Jacob stumbled out of the door, his face still stinging from the stench. He didn't know how he was going to clean up the mess I had left behind, but he knew one thing for sure. He would never question his mistress again.
