The Big Booty Babe's Farting Fate
Megan smiled as she watched the bustling city streets, her keen senses alert for any sign of the notorious fart seller. She had been on this case for weeks now, determined to bring the law to this criminal who preyed on unsuspecting victims with their foul-smelling gas. Her stomach churned at the thought of it, but she knew she had to do her job.
Finally, she spotted her target. It was a young woman with a voluptuous behind, walking down the crowded street with a confident swagger. Megan's heart raced as she ducked into a nearby alleyway, her eyes never leaving the swaying behind of the booty-shaking beauty.
She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small recorder. She pressed record and then sprinted out of the alleyway, catching up to the woman just as she entered a secluded building. Megan took a deep breath, approaching the woman with her badge held high.
"Miss, I need you to come with me," she said sternly. "You're under arrest for selling illegal farts."
The woman's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, but she followed Megan obediently. Once they were in the car, Megan turned on the recorder, capturing the woman's confession for all to hear. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as the woman's story unraveled, detailing her entire operation of selling fake farts to unsuspecting victims.
As they arrived at the police station, Megan had one final surprise for her prisoner. She led the woman into an interrogation room, where they were joined by a familiar figure - Jack, the victim who had ordered two bags of farts from the woman.
"Hello, officer," Jack said with a smirk. "I trust you have everything you need for your little operation?"
Megan nodded, pulling out two large plastic bags filled with something she couldn't wait to use. She turned to face the woman, her eyes cold as steel.
"Miss," she said, her voice low and menacing. "It's time for you to pay the price for your crimes. I'm going to need you to take a seat right there."
She pointed to a small chair in the corner of the room, and the woman hesitantly obeyed. Megan grabbed one of the bags and pulled out a handful of farts, holding them in front of the woman's nose.
"These are for you," she said with a sneer. "I'm going to let you smell them, and then you're going to eat them. Every single one."
The woman's eyes widened in horror as Megan began to pull down her pants, revealing her tight, round behind. She let out a long, loud fart right into the woman's face, filling the room with the rancid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur.
"That's just the beginning," Megan said, her voice dark with threat. "You're going to pay for your crimes, and I'm going to make sure you forget about ever selling farts again."
With that, she continued to force-feed the woman her own farts, making her smell and taste every last one. It was a humiliating, degrading punishment, but Megan knew it was necessary to send a message to anyone who dared to prey on innocent people with their foul-smelling gas.
As she finally released the woman from her ordeal, Megan couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She had brought justice to the streets, and she had left her mark on the criminal who had dared to cross her path. The Big Booty Babe would never forget the taste of her own farts, and neither would Megan.
