Bella's Degenerate Thanksgiving
Bella Cruel, with a smirk on her face, sauntered into the bedroom, completely nude. The scent of piled-high Thanksgiving food hung about her like a cloud of thick, heavy smoke. She'd eaten everything in sight - the turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and even seconds of pumpkin pie. Now, she planned to pay her roommate a visit, and let him know exactly how much she enjoyed the meal.
Her roommate, who happened to be home alone and enjoying a quiet afternoon, was less than thrilled to see Bella standing in the doorway, completely naked, with a satisfied grin plastered across her face. He couldn't help but notice the slight bulge in her gut, and the way she seemed to float across the room, seemingly unaware of the weight she carried.
"Happy Thanksgiving, loser!" Bella called out, waving a greasy hand at him. "I ate everything, and I'm going to fart it all out in your face!"
Her roommate's face turned a shade of crimson, and he tried to reason with her. "Bella, please! Not in my bed! You know I hate it when you do that!"
But Bella was beyond reason. She strutted over to the bed, climbed on top, and plopped down, spreading her legs wide in challenge. "Too bad, loser," she giggled, "I'm tired of holding it in. And I'm going to make sure you smell every last fart."
And with that, she leaned over and let loose a wet, heavy fart right into her roommate's face. He sputtered and coughed, trying to breathe through the acrid stench, but there was no escape. Bella simply laughed and leaned in closer, fanning the noxious air towards her roommate's face.
"That's what you get for being such a stick in the mud," she taunted, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face close to hers. "I'm going to fart on you all day, and you're just going to have to deal with it."
Her roommate pleaded with her, begging her to stop, but Bella was in full control. She climbed on top of him, wrapping her legs around his neck, and farting right in his face until her gassy stomach was empty. And when she was done, she kicked him off the bed, laughing as he stumbled and fell to the floor.
"Enjoy the rest of your Thanksgiving, loser," she called over her shoulder, grabbing another helping of food. "I'm going to enjoy farting all over your bed and watching you suffer."
Her roommate curled up into a ball on the floor, trying to escape the smell, while Bella Cruel, the queen of degeneracy, continued her reign of fart-filled terror.
