A Desperate Act of Relief
Laura Lins' stomach rumbled in discomfort as she paced around the room, her brows knitted in concentration. She had been feeling constipated for days now, and the pain was only getting worse. She called for a doctor to come and check on her, but she couldn't wait for assistance any longer. The pressure building up inside her was too much to bear.
Her roommate Max, who had grown accustomed to the smell of her farts, was sitting on the couch watching TV when she barged into the room. "Max, I need your help!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with desperation.
Max looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes widening when he saw the sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"I'm constipated, and I need to release some gas," Laura confessed, her voice cracking. "And I think your mouth is the perfect toilet for my farts."
Max's eyes widened in horror, but before he could protest, Laura had grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to his feet. She pushed him against the wall, her body pressed tight against his, and dropped a particularly foul-smelling fart right into his open mouth.
Max gagged on the putrid taste and tried to pull away, but Laura held him fast. "You're not going anywhere until I've gotten rid of all this gas," she growled, her eyes flashing with determination.
With that, Laura bent over at the waist, pushing Max's face towards her tightly-clenched ass. She let out a long, loud fart that reverberated through the room, and Max felt it hit the back of his throat with a satisfying splat. He gagged again, but Laura held him tight, forcing him to swallow every last bit of her toxic gas.
Satisfied that she had relieved some of the pressure, Laura stood up straight, her chest heaving from exertion. She could feel more gas bubbling up inside her, and she knew she couldn't hold it in much longer. She turned around to face Max, who was still struggling to catch his breath, and let out another volley of farts.
The hot, smelly gas engulfed him, causing him to cough and wheeze. Laura watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he struggled to breathe in the noxious fumes. She grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face towards her ass again, her fingers digging into his scalp.
"Suck it up, Max," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "You're going to swallow every last bit of my gas, or you'll be breathing it in for the rest of the day."
Max did as he was told, his face turning an alarming shade of red as he struggled to keep up with the onslaught of farts. Laura watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, as he gagged on one particularly potent fart after another.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to both of them, Laura sat down on Max's face, her weight pressing him into the carpet. She breathed a sigh of relief, her stomach finally feeling lighter. Max, on the other hand, was a mess. His face was covered in sweat, his eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and there was a distinct odor of feces lingering around him.
But Laura didn't care. She had gotten rid of her gas, and that was all that mattered to her. She leaned back against the wall, her hands clutching her stomach, trying to catch her breath. Max, on the other hand, lay there, his face buried in her asscrack, wondering when this nightmare would ever end.
Laura didn't speak for several long minutes, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Finally, she pulled her pants up, straightened her shirt, and turned to face Max. "Now," she said, her voice cold and detached. "You can go take a shower, and we'll never speak of this again."
Max nodded mutely, too tired and traumatized to argue. He struggled to his feet and stumbled towards the bathroom, leaving Laura alone in the room, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how good it felt to finally release all that gas. As she walked towards her own room, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning of a strange new addiction.
