Bella Belly and Lily, two new goddesses, sat on their grand throne in the sky, watching over their domain. They were dressed in lavish robes that flowed silkily in the wind, their faces adorned with golden crowns. Today, they had a plan to test their new slave.
From their vantage point, they spotted their slave girl scurrying about in a sprawling garden, tending to the lush flowers and vibrant plants. She was a beautiful young woman, her skin glistening with sweat under the bright sun. Her long, brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her eyes flickered nervously as she worked.
Smirking, Bella and Lily descended from their throne, landing gracefully on the grassy field below. The girl, startled by their sudden appearance, dropped her gardening tools and fell to her knees, tears welling in her eyes.
"B-Bella Belly, Li-Lily," she stuttered, her voice shaking with fear. "W-what do you want from me?"
The two goddesses chuckled, amused by her trembling. They walked up to her, towering over her small frame, and gazed down at her face. The scent of her fear was intoxicating, making them even more eager to begin their plan.
"We have a little test for you, slave," Bella said, her deep voice echoing across the field. "You see, we want to see how you handle our...special farts."
The girl's eyes widened in horror, and she let out a muffled gasp. Bella and Lily laughed heartily, finding the girl's discomfort hilarious.
"Now don't worry, dear slave," Lily added, patting her on the head condescendingly. "It's all part of our divine work. We just want to see how well you can handle our stinky gas."
With that, the two goddesses faced each other, their hands resting delicately on their ample stomachs. They closed their eyes, taking deep breaths as they prepared to let loose their farts. A moment later, their stomachs bloated and distended, and an overpowering stench filled the air.
"Here it comes, slave!" Bella cried, releasing a heavy fart into the girl's face. The girl couldn't help but retch, her eyes watering from the putrid smell. Lily followed suit, unleashing a torrent of hot, stinky gas directly into the girl's face.
"Mmm, it smells divine, doesn't it?" Bella asked, smirking. "Now, slave, you must endure this scent and breathe it in deeply. That is your only purpose in life, to be graced by the scent of our farts."
The girl whimpered, her face contorting in disgust, but she could do nothing but obey. As they continued to fart on her face, the scent of their divine gas slowly but surely seeped into her nostrils and lungs. It was a bitter taste, like rotten eggs mixed with sulfur, but there was something strangely addictive about it.
"Just imagine," Lily whispered, leaning in close to the girl's ear. "Every breath you take from now on will be filled with our divine gas. You'll never be able to escape us, slave."
And with that, the two goddesses retired to their throne, leaving the girl to wallow in the stinky aftermath of their farts. As she struggled to stand up, her legs shaking from the experience, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of awe and reverence for her new mistresses. They truly were divine, and she would serve them faithfully, no matter how much they farted on her face.
