The Heavyweight Farting Remedy
Jack was on the phone with his friend, oblivious to the anger brewing inside Slutdoll. She had been resting beside him when he suddenly started talking loudly, not realizing she was awake. In an instant, she sprang into action, lunging forward and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice like thunder. As she hurled him onto the bed, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. He knew he had crossed a line, but he never expected such a severe punishment.
Slutdoll stood over him, her weight pressing down on him with each step she took. Her eyes bore into him, filled with rage and contempt. Without another word, she thrust her massive behind towards his face and released a torrent of gas directly into it.
The stench was overwhelming, like a combination of rotten eggs and raw sewage. Jack struggled to breathe, his eyes watering and his nose burning from the intensity of the fumes. He tried to wriggle out of the way, but she held him firmly in place with one hand while she continued to fart on him.
"This is what you get for disrespecting me," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "You think you can just say whatever you want about me behind my back? You'll learn your lesson."
The farts kept coming, one after another, each one more powerful than the last. Jack was certain he would faint from the stench, but he knew he deserved this punishment. He had crossed a line, and now he was paying the price.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped farting on him. Jack gasped for air, his lungs burning from the lack of fresh oxygen. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy.
Slutdoll stared down at him, her gaze unflinching. She took a step back, releasing her grip on his shirt collar. "Get out of my sight," she said, her voice still cold and unforgiving.
Jack scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed, not daring to look back at her. As he left the room, he could still smell the acrid fumes lingering in the air.
The heavyweight farting remedy had done its job. Jack learned his lesson about respect, and he would never forget the punishment he had endured.
