Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - POV Big Ass Treadmill Fart Slave

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Pastel Goddess' Treadmill Workout Fart Slave Challenge

A Giantess Fetish Story of Power and Submission

As I step onto the treadmill, my massive ass sways gently in the air, catching your attention. You're my loyal little fart slave, groggily awakening from your slumber at my feet. Your eyes widen in fear, knowing what's expected of you today. The scent of my warm, foul-smelling farts from earlier still lingers in the air, a reminder of why you're here.

I grin down at you, a mix of amusement and cruelty in my eyes. "Time to earn your keep, slave," I say, my voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. My ass cheeks clench together, trapping the putrid gases within, and I take a deep breath, preparing for my intense workout.

The treadmill begins to rumble beneath me, but your focus remains fixed on my ass. You watch in anticipation as it rises and falls with each stride, creating a hypnotic rhythm that sends shivers down your spine. I increase the speed, my strides growing longer and faster, my breaths coming harder as sweat begins to trickle down my forehead.

My farts finally escape, sending waves of nauseating stench through the air. You instinctively close your eyes, but it's too late. You know what's expected of you. Your tongue darts out, eagerly lapping up the hot, humiliating fumes. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to be engulfed by the full force of my farts, your face buried deep in my ass.

As I reach the peak of my workout, my ass shakes violently, releasing a torrent of farts into the air. You brace yourself, ready to take in as much as you can, your nose scrunching in disgust yet your cock twitching in anticipation. You're both repulsed and aroused by the power dynamics at play here.

Finally, I slow down, panting heavily as I catch my breath. I turn to face you, a smug grin on my face. "Not enough," I say, licking my lips suggestively. "You still have a lot of work to do."

With that, I lower myself onto the floor, pulling my cheeks apart to give you full access to my ass. Your tongue darts out, eagerly lapping up every last drop of cum and fart residue clinging to my asshole. You feel the warmth of my ass on your face, the scent of my sweat filling your nostrils.

You know this is your punishment, and yet you can't help but crave more. You're addicted to the power, the submission, the humiliation. As you clean my ass, you can't help but imagine how it would feel to be completely dominated by me, to live only to serve me and my every whim.

Finally, satisfied with your work, I stand up and stretch, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from my body. "Well done, slave," I say, a hint of approval in my voice. "Now go get me something to drink."

You scurry off, eager to please your mistress, your mind filled with thoughts of what's to come. You know that as long as you're at the mercy of my giantess ass, you'll never be truly free. But somehow, that realization only fuels your desire to serve me even more.

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