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Metrofetishmodels - Ariel, Atenna And Britney: You Don't Like Our Party Outfits? OK, We Will Stay Indoors And Gang Fart On You (Part 3)

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Ariel, Atenna, and Britney: A Night of Retaliation

Part 3: The Indoor Gang Fart Party

Ariel's boyfriend's nagging had driven the girls to their limit. As they gathered in Ariel's apartment, Atenna, Britney, and their giantess fetishes simmered with anger. Determined to teach him a lesson, they decided on an unconventional form of retaliation.

"I guess you don't appreciate our party outfits," Ariel huffed, her 6-foot-tall frame towering over him.

"Fine, have it your way," he sneered, not realizing the wrath that awaited him.

The women retreated to Ariel's bedroom, closing the door behind them. Their heels clicked against the hardwood floor, echoing through the empty room. As they sat down, Atenna cracked open a window, letting in the cool night air.

"Alright, let's do this," Britney grinned, her 7-foot-tall frame leaning against the wall.

Ariel nodded, her long, slender fingers intertwining with Atenna's. The two women locked eyes, taking a deep breath.

"One... two... three!" they shouted in unison, breaking their gaze.

In a flash, their skintight dresses were yanked up to their waists, revealing their supple asses to the night air. The cool breeze sent shivers down their spines, heightening their anticipation.

"Ready, Ariel?" Atenna asked, her deep, resonant voice sending vibrations through the room.

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Together, they leaned over their unsuspecting victim, their ass cheeks brushing against his face. The scent of their sweat and anticipation filled his nostrils, making it hard for him to breathe.

"You don't like our party outfits?" Ariel asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Before he could respond, Atenna let loose a thunderous fart, her giantess form shaking as the hot wind hit him square in the face. He gagged, choking on the putrid stench and the feeling of her warm breath on his skin.

Britney followed suit, her fart sending him into a fit of coughing and gagging. The women giggled, their gleeful laughter echoing off the walls.

As the night wore on, the women took turns sitting on his face, each one releasing a torrent of putrid gas into his eagerly awaiting mouth. He begged for mercy, promising never to complain again, but the women were having too much fun to listen.

By the end of the night, their victim was a broken man. The women stood up, their dresses falling back into place, revealing nothing of the humiliation they had just inflicted. They stepped out of the bedroom, their high heels clicking against the floor as they made their way to the living room.

As they sank into the plush couch, their giantess fetishes satisfied for one night, they couldn't help but grin at the thought of his suffering. It was a night they would never forget.

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