A Full-Figured Fart Fantasy
Isadora, a voluptuous BBW with a playful gleam in her eyes, sat on her oversized black throne. Her ample breasts heaved gently as she shifted uncomfortably, her normally sunny expression replaced with one of distress. The room was fragrant with the familiar scent of flatulence, yet this time it seemed different - more intense.
Her slave, a meek young man who trembled at the mere sight of his mistress, noticed the discomfort etched across her features. With a nervous swallow, he approached her, his gaze fixed on the round cheeks that jiggled enticingly with each step she took.
"What's the matter, my dear?" Isadora asked, arching an eyebrow as she watched him approach. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She let out a small sigh, leaning back onto her throne as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom.
"I...I think you're gassy, my queen," he stammered, his voice barely audible above the growing rumble coming from deep within her. "Maybe you should release some of that gas?" He offered nervously, glancing between her flushed face and the bulging fabric of her skirt.
A slow smirk spread across Isadora's full lips, and she stood up from her throne, swaying slightly as the gas within her continued to build. "You're right, slave," she purred, taking a step closer to him. "And who better to help me relieve this discomfort than you?" She reached down and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer until his nose was pressed against her plump rear end.
"Breathe in, slave," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take in all of my gas, and remember that you're the one who asked for this." With that, she released her hold on him, and he inhaled deeply, pulling the noxious fumes deep into his lungs as she moaned softly in relief.
Isadora watched as his eyes watered from the intensity of the gas, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at his discomfort. "There, that's better," she said, patting his head gently. "Now you've helped me feel much better."
From that moment on, the slave became Isadora's personal fart-catcher, spending every waking moment at her side, ready to inhale any gas that threatened to overwhelm her. It was an unusual dynamic, to say the least, but one that both parties seemed to enjoy. And so their full-figured fart fantasy continued, with each passing day bringing new adventures and unforgettable moments.
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