Long Toe Sally - Dork in the Morning
Dork's Morning Surprise
The Power of Long Toe Sally's Farts
In the stillness of the early morning, the air is thick with anticipation. The giantess, Long Toe Sally, stretches languidly, her enormous body rippling beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. She smirks to herself, knowing that soon she will awaken the dorky little man who shares her bed.
Her hands slide down to her plush, pillowy ass cheeks, and without warning, they emit a deafening blast of farts that reverberate through the room. The dork jolts upright with a startled gasp, his eyes wide in disbelief as he stares at the towering figure before him.
Sally chuckles softly, enjoying the way her farts make him squirm. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says in a teasing tone, her voice echoing off the walls. The dork tries to respond but can only manage a weak squeak as another wave of farts washes over him.
As he struggles to catch his breath, Long Toe Sally leans over him, her breasts hovering just out of reach. She takes a deep breath and lets loose another volley of farts, this time aiming directly at his face. He scrunches up in disgust and terror, but also in excitement as he feels his body shrinking under her power.
She grins wickedly, reveling in the heady mix of fear and arousal she sees in his eyes. "You know you love it, dork," she says, her voice low and seductive. "You love the way my farts make you small and weak."
The dork can't deny it. As much as he hates the humiliation and the stench, there's something about being shrunk down to miniature size that turns him on. He looks up at Sally, his eyes filled with awe and desire.
"Please, Mistress," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I want more."
And with that, Long Toe Sally smirks and releases another torrent of farts, engulfing the dork in a cloud of putrid gas. As he writhes in pleasure and pain, he knows that this is exactly where he belongs—at the mercy of his mistress's powerful farts.
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