Isadora's ample frame sighed as she leaned against the door frame, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. It had been a long day at the office, filled with one too many uncomfortable meetings and endless emails. As she trudged up the stairs to her room, she could feel the pressure building within her, an insistent ache between her thighs and a low rumble in her belly that hinted at something darker festering within.
Her bbw body was no stranger to discomfort, but this was different. This was a heavy burden of gas that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment. She clenched her fists tightly, willing the urge to pass before it became too much to bear. With each step, the pressure built, and she could feel the heat of her own body radiating outwards.
Finally, she reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her, letting out a deep, shuddering breath. The relief was only momentary as she realized that she wasn't alone. A figure sat cross-legged in the middle of her room, head bowed, eyes closed. She took a slow step forward and recognized the lump under the robes as her slave.
"Slave," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I need... I need you to help me. I can't hold this in any longer."
The slave opened their eyes and looked up at her mistress, a mixture of fear and anticipation in their gaze. They knew what she needed, but they also knew how much it would hurt. They slowly rose to their feet, their knees popping in protest, and moved towards Isadora.
"Please, mistress," the slave said softly. "I'm here for you. Whatever you need."
Isadora let out a shaky breath and nodded. She knew this was the only way to release the pressure building up within her. With trembling hands, she unfastened her pants and let them fall to the floor, revealing her plump, round ass. She placed a hand on either side of the slave's head and pushed them forward, feeling their warm breath against her skin.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her voice strained. "Take it all in. Breathe it deep into your lungs."
The slave obeyed, inhaling deeply as Isadora's fat cheeks spread apart, releasing a long, loud fart directly into their face. The smell was overpowering, but it was also oddly arousing. The slave continued to breathe in deeply, their nostrils flaring as they took in the pungent scent.
Isadora let out a slow, shuddering breath, feeling the pressure ease slightly. She moved the slave's head up and down, taking turns farting into each of their nostrils. It was a primal act, one that felt both dirty and strangely intimate. As she continued, she could feel the tension draining from her body, leaving her feeling lighter and more at ease.
Finally, she pulled the slave away and let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Thank you, slave," she murmured, patting the slave's head affectionately. "You've helped me more than you know."
Together, they cleaned up the mess they had made, the air still heavy with the scent of Isadora's expelled gas. As they finished, the slave couldn't help but wonder how long it would be until their mistress needed their help again. But for now, they were content to bask in the afterglow of a shared, intimate moment.
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