The Divine Scarlet White's Farting Continuation
Part 3: Indulgence and Revenge
In the midst of her gluttonous feast, Scarlet White took a moment to admire the aroma wafting through the air. It was a mix of savory barbecue, baked cheese, feijoada, potato salad, and pickled egg - all emanating from the kitchen where she had just prepared an extravagant meal for herself. With a satisfied smirk, she licked her fingers clean and stood up, her massive stomach protruding like a small hill.
"Time for some well-deserved rest," she muttered under her breath, making her way towards the living room. As she entered, her eyes fell upon her slave Larissa, who was lying on the couch, eyes closed and breathing heavily. A wave of nostalgia washed over Scarlet; she remembered how this same lazy girl had once mocked her addiction to farts. Now, it seemed only fitting that she should pay for her insolence.
Without warning, Scarlet lowered her massive gaseous form onto Larissa's face. The slave's eyes flew open in shock as the goddess's fart engulfed her, filling her nostrils and mouth with the pungent scent of Scarlet's latest indulgence. Larissa's face turned beet red, her body shaking with suppressed laughter and discomfort. "This is what you get for making fun of me," Scarlet growled, her voice echoing through the room. "Now enjoy the stench of my power."
As Larissa struggled to breathe through the onslaught of farts, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer dominance of her mistress. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time, and for a brief moment, she felt a twisted sense of gratitude towards Scarlet for showing her just how small she truly was. But then the farting continued, relentless and unyielding, driving all thoughts from her mind except for one: how much longer would this torment last?
Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours; time seemed to stand still under the oppressive weight of Scarlet's farts. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, she lifted her bulk off of Larissa's prone form. The slave lay there, gasping for air and wiping away tears from her streaming eyes. "Well?" Scarlet demanded, towering over her slave. "Do you still think farts are funny?"
Larissa shook her head, her voice quivering with fear. "N-no, Mistress," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll never mock you again." Scarlet grinned, revealing a mouthful of food stains. "Good girl," she purred, patting Larissa's head condescendingly. "Now get up and clean this mess before I change my mind." And with that, the goddess disappeared into her private chambers, leaving the slave girl to clean up the remains of her latest indulgence - both literal and figurative.