Doctor Peach's Ass Aversion Therapy: Session 2
You walked nervously into the dimly lit bathroom, your heart racing as you noticed the pungent smell that wafted through the air. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and it was undeniably emanating from the source of all your problems: Doctor Peach herself.
The goddess of aversion therapy sat on the closed toilet, her plump yet pert behind jiggling with each move she made. Her attire for the day was a skimpy nurse's outfit that barely contained her ample assets, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal even as you recoiled in disgust at the thought of what she had planned for you.
"Ah, my dear patient," she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I see you've arrived. Please, have a seat on the stool right there." She pointed to a small stool in front of her, its surface already stained with what you could only imagine was the residue of her earlier farts.
You hesitated for a moment before doing as she'd asked, your legs shaking as you lowered yourself onto the filthy seat. As you looked up at her, she smiled reassuringly, her lips curling around the words that sent a chill down your spine.
"Today," she began, "we're going to delve deeper into your ass aversion therapy. I want you to focus on the sensations of these farts, and how they make you feel. Because believe me, there's nowhere to go but up from here."
Her face contorted into a grimace, and you felt a hot whoosh of air against your face. It was foul, disgusting... and yet, part of you couldn't help but be fascinated by the sheer power of it. Another wave of putrid gas hit you, this one even stronger than the last.
"Now," she continued, "inhale deeply. Let the stench fill your lungs, and embrace the feeling of nausea that comes with it. Because when you're ready to move on, I'll have something far worse in store for you."
You did as she asked, your eyes watering as you struggled to breathe through the noxious fumes. Each fart seemed to hit you harder than the last, until you thought you might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all. But through it all, you could hear Doctor Peach's soothing voice guiding you through the experience, her words a testament to her unwavering determination to cure you of your affliction.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she released you from your ordeal. Your body shook uncontrollably as you gasped for clean air, your mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations you'd just experienced. But as you looked up at her, you saw nothing but pride in her eyes.
"Well done, my patient," she said, patting you gently on the back. "You've taken your first steps towards recovery. Now let's see if you can handle session three."
As she walked away, leaving you alone in the bathroom to collect your thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and dread. Relief that the ordeal was over, and dread of what she might have in store for you next time. But you knew that this was all for your own good, and you had faith in Doctor Peach's methods. After all, she was just trying to help.
