Massage my butt until I fart - part 2
As the dim lights flickered, casting shadows across the room, Queen Anita P sat on her throne-like bed, her enormous form looming over the two smaller figures kneeling before her. They were there for her pleasure and nothing more.
One of the figures, a youthful man with an eager gleam in his eye, began to massage her massive buttocks, his hands slipping between her cheeks to knead her supple flesh. His touch was light, teasing, as he worked his way up towards her taut sphincter.
Across from him, another figure—a woman, her eyes locked on Queen Anita P's luscious form—took up a bottle of oil and began to slowly pour it over the queen's massive rump. The oil slickened her skin, making every curve and contour gleam in the dim light.
As the massage continued, tension began to build within Queen Anita P's body. She felt the familiar tightening in her gut, the growing pressure behind her ass. It was only a matter of time before she released the fart that had been building up inside her.
Without warning, a loud, wet fart echoed through the room. The stench was overwhelming, even to those who found giantess farts arousing. But the youthful man didn't stop his massage; instead, he leaned in closer, breathing in the scent of Queen Anita P's ass.
The woman with the oil continued to pour it over the queen's backside, watching as her skin glistened in the dim light. She couldn't help but feel a rush of power, knowing that she was helping to prepare the queen for her next act of dominance.
As the massage continued, Queen Anita P began to feel the tension in her body fade. She knew that soon she would be ready to assume her rightful place atop her throne. Until then, she would bask in the adoration of her loyal subjects, enjoying every moment of their devotion to her massive form.
