Goddess Of Gross - Boyfriend Fart Slave Transformation
The Stench of Surrender
Fart Slave Transformation Begins
She had caught him off guard with the fart jar, he wasn't expecting it. His ex-girlfriend had always been candid about her fart fetish, and he had indulged her requests, even though he never admitted to sharing her kink. The smell of ass filled the air, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. He approached her cautiously, his nose already watering from the stench.
"Do it," she commanded, her voice laced with power and dominance. He kneeled before her, his nose inches from her asshole. The anticipation was killing him. He knew this was his new reality, and he was both terrified and aroused by the thought of being her fart slave.
He leaned in closer, his nostrils flaring as the putrid smell assailed his senses. He took a deep breath and let out a quiet moan. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced, but he couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through his veins.
"That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You like the taste of my farts, don't you?" He nodded, unable to speak. She chuckled darkly, her voice echoing in the room. "Well, get used to it. From now on, you're going to be my personal fart slave. Every time I have to let one go, you'll be there to enjoy it. You're all mine, boy."
With that, she leaned back on the couch, her asshole still inches from his face. His heart raced as he waited for the next one, eager to taste the stench that now consumed him. He was hers, body and soul, and there was no going back. He was her fart slave, and he would cherish every disgusting moment of it.
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