Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - POV Giantess BBW G-String Fart Torment

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Pastel Goddess - Pastel Goddess - POV Giantess BBW G-String Fart Torment

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Pastel Goddess: A Giantess BBW's Revenge

G-String Fart Torment

As I entered the bathroom, my heart sank at the sight of a tiny man crouched on the floor, staring up at me with wide eyes. He was trembling in anticipation of what was to come. I knew exactly who he was; a pervert who had been caught peeping on my big, beautiful body. It was time for him to pay the price for his actions.

I walked over to him, towering over him with my massive presence. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice booming in the small space. He couldn't find the words to answer me, his eyes fixed on my expansive ass. It took all of his courage not to gasp as the heat from my body enveloped him.

"I've had enough of your creepy behavior," I continued. "You're going to get exactly what you deserve." With that, I turned around and sat down on the toilet seat, my massive behind resting comfortably against the cold porcelain. The tiny man gulped audibly at the sight of my exposed skin.

"This is going to be your new life," I said, grinning wickedly. "You're going to be my personal toilet boy." His eyes widened in horror as he realized what I was planning. I pulled down my jeans and revealed my g-string to him. The scent of my farts was already filling the air, making him dizzy from the potency.

"You're going to suffer through each and every one of my farts," I explained. "And trust me, there will be plenty." I leaned back, placing my hands on the walls behind me for support, and let out a long, low fart. It was loud and pungent, filling the small space with its noxious gas.

The tiny man was forced to take a deep breath, choking back tears as he felt the gas seeping into his lungs. I laughed heartily at his misery, enjoying every minute of his torment. "This is just the beginning," I warned him, my voice echoing in the confined area.

With that, I let out a series of rapid-fire farts, each one hitting him like a wave of hot air. He tried to cover his face with his hands, but the smell was too strong. I watched with delight as he squirmed in agony, his eyes watering from the stench.

Finally, I let out a massive fart that shook the room. It was so powerful that it knocked the tiny man off his feet. He landed on the cold tile floor, gasping for air as the gas filled his lungs. I stood up, my g-string still tight against my asshole, and towered over him once again.

"This is your new life," I repeated. "You're going to live for my farts. You're going to worship my ass. And you're going to love every minute of it." His eyes were filled with terror, but there was no escaping the giantess who held his fate in her hands. With that, I left him there, gasping for air and wondering what horrors awaited him next.

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