The Fart Sphere Slave's Dark Descent
A Dangerous Delicacy
The Brat Princesses of Brat Princess 2, Ava Hannah and Kat, have concocted a diabolical plan to punish their unsuspecting beta slave. They know he's helplessly addicted to their asses, and they intend to take full advantage of his weakness. Today is a Chipotle day, which means an onslaught of farts that would make any man gag. But not their beta. He's been trained to relish in the stench of their putrid farts.
Ava and Kat, resplendent in their tiny shorts and crop tops, saunter into the kitchen. Their eyes gleam with cruel excitement as they survey their helpless beta slave, eagerly anticipating the feast they've prepared for him. He kneels before them, his eyes fixed on their round, supple asses, waiting for his next command.
The Fart Sphere Trap
The girls chuckle maliciously, knowing full well the effect Chipotle will have on their betas' digestive systems. They've always hated when their betas farted around the house, so today they've come up with a sure-fire way to keep him from stinking up the place. They present him with a clear, spherical container—a fart sphere. This is where he will be spending his entire day.
Ava laughs as she watches the anticipation in his eyes. She grabs a funnel and slips it over his head, sealing it tightly to the opening of the sphere. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a muffled whimper. They place a small plate of Chipotle in front of him, daring him to take a bite. He does, and the moment he does, a monstrous fart escapes from his mouth, filling the small space within the sphere. His eyes widen in shock as he realizes what's happening. This is just the beginning of his long, fart-filled day.
Fart Face Frenzy
As the day progresses, the girls take turns feeding their poor beta slave their stinky farts. They taunt him, calling him a "fart face" and a "fart eater," all while filling him up with their putrid gas. They ignore his pleas for mercy, instead choosing to laugh and take selfies with him in his fart sphere.
Kat leans in close to the sphere, her breath tickling his ear. "Say thank you for your meal, fart face," she demands. The beta whimpers, but obediently utters the words. Kat grins wickedly, a mischievous glint in her eye. She reaches into the sphere and grabs his face, forcing him to inhale deeply. His eyes roll back in his head as he's engulfed in the stench of their farts. This is truly a dark delicacy—one that only the most depraved of betas would willingly partake in.