The scent of rich, filling food wafted through the air as Kiara and Priscila Melancia returned home from a sumptuous dinner at a local restaurant. They chatted animatedly about the meal, their laughter echoing off the walls of their luxurious mansion. Little did Fabi, their long-suffering servant, know that he was about to become an unwilling participant in a most uncomfortable evening.
Fabi was waiting for them at the door, his eyes darting nervously between the two women. He could already tell from their flushed cheeks and bloated stomachs that they had eaten heartily. As they entered the house, Kiara and Priscila made their way straight to the couch, their eyes locked on the flat-screen TV. Fabi could hear the faint rumblings of their stomachs, but he didn't dare say anything.
The evening progressed, and as the hours ticked by, the gas in Kiara and Priscila's bellies began to build up. They both let out long, low belches, followed by the occasional fart that sounded louder than it should have in the quiet room. Fabi grew increasingly uncomfortable as the smell of rotten eggs and sulfur permeated the air.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kiara and Priscila stood up from the couch. "Fabi," they said in unison, their eyes gleaming mischievously. "We have a little game we like to play after a meal like this." Fabi swallowed hard, his heart racing as he tried to guess what they had in store for him.
"It's called 'support our rotten farts,'" Kiara explained with a smirk. "We thought you might enjoy it. Now, come here and get ready." Fabi hesitantly stepped forward, his stomach churning with nerves and anticipation. Kiara and Priscila each grabbed one of his arms and led him into the living room.
"You can start with us, Fabi," Priscila purred. "We know you've been wanting to all night." With that, she let out a monstrous fart that shook Fabi's entire body. The stench was overwhelming, yet somehow arousing. Kiara followed suit with an even louder fart that made Fabi's eyes water.
They continued like this for what seemed like hours, each taking turns blasting Fabi with their putrid fumes. He could feel the heat of their gas wafting up from their nether regions, making him lightheaded. And yet, somehow, he couldn't bring himself to stop them. A part of him was enjoying the perverse power trip they were giving him.
Finally, exhausted and thoroughly soaked in their foul odor, Kiara and Priscila collapsed onto the couch, their work done. "Thank you, Fabi," they said in unison, a devilish gleam in their eyes. "That was truly amazing."
As Fabi stumbled away, his mind reeling from the experience, he couldn't help but wonder what other unexpected delights his employers had in store for him. One thing was for sure - he would never forget the night they made him 'support their rotten farts'.
