Girlfriend Fart Revenge: Fart Fetish By BlondBlaster
Emma was livid. She'd just found out that her boyfriend had been cheating on her, and she was ready to make him pay. Bringing him into her apartment, she confronted him about his infidelity with a smirk on her face. "I know what you've been up to, and it's time for some punishment," she said coldly.
Her boyfriend, who had been bracing himself for the worst, couldn't believe his ears. He tried to deny it at first, but she only laughed in his face. "Oh, please," she said, rolling her eyes. "You think you can lie to me?"
She had an idea. A devious, revengeful idea that would not only hurt him but also embarrass him beyond belief. She walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a plate, then turned around with a devilish grin on her face. "Come on, get comfortable," she said, gesturing towards the sofa.
He hesitated for a moment before sitting down, wondering what she could possibly have in store for him next. As he sat down, he felt a familiar pressure building up inside him—it was his lunch working its way through his digestive system. He tried to ignore it, but it was growing stronger by the second.
Emma could see the concern on his face and let out a wicked laugh. "Don't worry, baby," she said sweetly. "I've got just the thing to take your mind off of that."
She grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge and popped it open, taking a long swig before pouring some into a glass. She handed it to him, but he refused to drink it, knowing what she was implying. "Drink it," she commanded, her voice low and threatening.
He took the glass from her hands, tears welling up in his eyes as he knew what was coming next. He downed the contents of the glass in one go, feeling the carbonation bubbles fizzing up his esophagus and into his stomach. It didn't take long before the gas started to build up—and by then, it was too late.
Emma grinned wickedly as she watched her plan unfold. She leaned back on the couch, crossing her legs slowly as she felt the first wave of gas hit her stomach. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation before opening them again, ready for round two.
Her boyfriend was starting to squirm in his seat now, trying desperately to hold in the gas that was pushing its way out of him. He looked at her pleadingly, but she just laughed and waved him off. "Come on, baby," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's time for you to pay up."
And so, it began. Round after round of farts, each one more powerful than the last, blasted out of him and into her face. She smiled as she watched him turn red with embarrassment, taking it all in like a sadistic queen. She had never felt so in control in her life.
After what seemed like an eternity, the final fart escaped his body, sending him into a fit of coughing and retching. Emma leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee comfortingly. "There, there, baby," she cooed, patting him gently. "All done now."
She stood up, stretching her arms above her head as she felt the last of the gas escape her own body. She turned around and walked towards the bedroom, leaving him there, stunned and humiliated. As she shut the door behind her, she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. It had been quite the revenge—and she couldn't wait for the next time she got the chance to do it again.
