The Heavily Farting BBW's Revenge
As Jack continued his loud conversation on the phone, Slutdoll, who had been resting peacefully beside him, stirred from her slumber. The sound of Jack's voice grew louder, and soon, she caught snippets of what he was saying. Her eyes widened in anger when she heard him talking about her, referring to her as a 'terrible' partner.
Without a moment's hesitation, Slutdoll sprang into action. She grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and threw him back onto the bed with a force that knocked the wind out of him. Then, she straddled his chest, her full weight bearing down on him, and began to fart directly into his face.
The stench was overwhelming. Each fart was loud and long, echoing through the room like a terrible symphony. Jack tried to cover his nose with his hands, but it did little to protect him from the onslaught. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the putrid gas assaulted his nostrils and made its way into his lungs.
"How do you like it now, Jack?" Slutdoll asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess you aren't so happy about your little 'terrible' BBW anymore, are you?" She continued to fart on him, taking pleasure in his discomfort.
Minutes turned into hours, and Jack lay there, helpless, his body covered in sweat and the stench of rotten eggs. Finally, Slutdoll grew tired of her game and got off him, leaving him gasping for air. She sauntered over to the mirror, admiring her reflection, and without looking back, she said, "Next time, maybe you'll think twice before you speak so badly about those close to you."
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Jack to stew in his own filth. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how he had gotten himself into such a mess. And as he did, he couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of his punishment for his thoughtless words.
