Morgana, the infamous nurse of St. Mary's Hospital, couldn't contain her anger as she stormed down the hallway. She had been working overtime for three days straight, and her stomach was in knots from the lack of food and sleep. The pain was almost unbearable, making her grind her teeth and clench her fists at every step.
As she approached room 302, her face contorted into a scowl. She hated this room; it always seemed to be the source of her most unpleasant memories. She took a deep breath and swung open the door, preparing herself for whatever awaited inside.
Inside the room, she found her patient, Ananzinha, a tiny woman who barely reached her waist. Ananzinha was curled up in a ball on the bed, shivering and trembling. She looked up at Morgana with wide, frightened eyes, and the nurse couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
"What's wrong with you?" she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can't you even stay still for five minutes?"
Ananzinha flinched at Morgana's harsh tone, but she managed to choke out an answer. "I-I'm sorry, M-Morgana," she stammered. "I-I can't help it. I'm just so nervous about everything.
Morgana rolled her eyes and let out a long, exasperated sigh. She was used to dealing with patients who were afraid or in pain, but something about Ananzinha's constant trembling irritated her to no end. With a huff, she turned around and stomped towards the bathroom, determined to find some relief from the excruciating pressure building up in her gut.
As she slammed the door shut behind her, Morgana let out a long, low moan. The sound was primal and animalistic, and it echoed through the empty bathroom. She leaned against the door, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the urge to release the massive fart that was threatening to escape from her body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pressure subsided enough for her to open her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked down at her nurse's uniform, noticing the bulge in her stomach. With a malicious grin spreading across her face, she reached down and grabbed hold of her clothing, ready to take matters into her own hands.
As she pulled up her uniform, Ananzinha let out a startled gasp from the other side of the door. She could hear the rustling of fabric, and the horrifying sound of flatulence filling the air. Morgana's fart was loud and long, filling the bathroom with its putrid stench.
With a satisfied smirk on her face, Morgana unzipped her pants and let loose another massive fart, this one even more powerful than the first. She let out a long, low moan of pleasure as she felt the hot, stinky air escape from her body.
By the time she finished, Ananzinha was a sobbing mess on the other side of the bathroom door. The smell of Morgana's farts was overwhelming, and she could hear the sickening sound of flatulence echoing through the room.
Morgana opened the door with a sinister grin, revealing the cloud of noxious gas that surrounded her. She walked towards Ananzinha with a predatory grace, her eyes fixated on the trembling woman curled up on the bed.
"Now, it's time for you to experience what it's like to be a human toilet," she whispered, her voice low and menacing. "I think you're going to love it."
With that, Morgana climbed onto the bed and straddled Ananzinha, her stomach pressed against the tiny woman's face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the moment before she unleashed another fart into Ananzinha's face.
The first fart was followed by a dozen more, each one more powerful than the last. Morgana's body shook with each release, and she let out low moans of pleasure as she watched Ananzinha struggle to breathe through the noxious cloud surrounding them.
By the time she was finished, Ananzinha was nothing but a sobbing, stinking mess. Morgana climbed off the bed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She zipped up her pants and walked towards the door, already planning her next victim.
As she left the room, she couldn't help but wonder how many more patients she could turn into human toilets before someone finally put a stop to her twisted nursing practices. For now, though, she was content to bask in the stench of her own farts and the humiliation of those around her.
