Kinkydomkitty - Ex Best Friend
Kinkydomkitty Presents: Ex Best Friend
A Tale of Revenge and Giantess Gas
As I walked into the room, my heart dropped. There they were, my once-trusted best friend and my boyfriend, locked in a passionate embrace on my bed. My first instinct was to turn and run, but something inside me snapped. I'd been betrayed by the person I thought cared about me the most. It was time for payback.
I steeled myself and took a deep breath before confronting them. "So, this is what you call being 'best friends'?" I spat. "You both can go to hell!"
Without another word, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. As I walked down the hallway, a wicked smile crossed my lips. I knew just how to get even with her.
The next day, I invited my ex-best friend over for what she thought would be a chance to make amends. Little did she know that I had something much more sinister planned.
As she walked into my room, she was met with the sight of me reclined on my bed, clad only in a skimpy outfit that accentuated my curves. "Hello, old friend," I purred, my voice dripping with false sweetness.
She hesitated, clearly unsure of what was happening. But before she could say anything, I handed her a gas mask and sat up on the bed, revealing the massive balloon beneath my shirt. "You've always loved my farts, right?" I grinned, my gaze burning with hatred. "Well, it's time for you to experience them up close and personal."
Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what I was planning. But it was too late; she was already strapped into the chair in front of me.
I began to let loose, releasing the most putrid, gut-wrenching farts I could muster. The air around us filled with the noxious cloud of gas, choking and suffocating her. I watched with sick satisfaction as she struggled against her restraints, her face turning an eerie shade of purple from the lack of oxygen.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally released her from her misery. She stumbled out of the room, coughing and gasping for air, never to cross my path again.
As for me, I may have been forever scarred by the betrayal of my ex-best friend and the traumatic experience of gassing her, but at least I had found a sense of closure. And let's be honest, no one could ever accuse me of not having a fucked-up sense of humor.
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