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Bratty bunny 🐰

me and who?

One day, one with a quite important meeting for her boss scheduled, she slips up. Coffee with full fat milk and a pastry with real cheese in it. It only takes maybe 5 minutes for her boss to start wincing and complaining.

"Ugh, God damn. You sure you got me dairy free?" She groans.

"Of course ma'am! Like always!" Her assistant beams back, ignorant to her mistake.

The assistant watches for minutes as her boss starts to writhe and sweat in her chair, face straining with effort. Eventually the boss slams her fist on the table.

"God DAMN it girl, you have to have fucked it up! This never happens normally." Her boss grunts.

Her assistant is taken aback by the snap. "I- uhm, I might've... Possibly messed up." She squeaked.

"Fuck..." The boss curses, rubbing her stomach. "I have to fart my ass off and this meeting is in less than ten minutes... "I... I need your help." She gazes over to her assistant, eyes pleading.

"Of course ma'am!" Her assistant nods. "What can I do?"

"Come here." The boss wags with her finger.

As her assistant approaches, she stands up and bends halfway over her desk. She exhales and her stomach gurgles loud enough for both of them to hear.

"Behind me." The boss commands and her assistant does what she asks. "This is so embarrassing but... Rub my stomach."

"Wh-What?" Her assistant stammers.

"Did I stutter? Rub my damn stomach for me... Please." The boss's tone becomes almost pleading.

"Okay! Okay!" Her assistant relents, wrapping her arms around her boss's large form. Her fingers sink into the softness of her stomach even with her clothing. She starts to rhythmically rub and gently push.

It takes less than a minute.

*BBRMMMBLAAAAARRRRTTT.*

A large fart rumbles out of the boss's ass, directly onto her assistant. The force of it vibrates her entire lower half. The feeling was disgusting but moreso it was... Invigorating. Warmth instantly filled her lap and a thick pungent stink engulfed the pair.

"Sorry..." The boss mutters.

"No, it's ok. Let it out." Her assistant replies softly.

*PPRRRMMBBBAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTT.*

The command seems to work quickly.

*BRRBLOOORRRRRRRPPT.*

Two more large rips blast out into her and the assistant shudders in a disgusting delight. She holds her boss tighter.

"God they're especially foul today..." The boss muses.

*PRRRRMMMMPPPPRRRRRRTT.*

"Almost seems like you're enjoying this back there." She glances back at her assistant with a smirk.

The assistant quickly blushes bright red. "I uhm... N-No ma'am." She lets out a fake cough.

"Don't lie to me girl. I'm your boss." The boss's smirk widens.

"O-okay I... I am." Her assistant mutters.

"Nasty girl." The boss laughs lowly. "You're not in trouble. In fact... Kneel down in front of my chair for me." She commands.

Obediently, her assistant lets go and moves down into the specified position. She looks up with wide eyes as her boss steps over and with no hesitation sits down directly on her face. Her massive, suit clad butt squishing her face into the leather of the chair. The boss groans in relief.

*VVRRRRMMMBLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRP*

*VRRRRMBBBRAAAAAAAPPPTT.*

Two giant bubbly farts ripple out into the assistants face, the leather of the chair keeping the heat and stink entirely contained around her. Shamelessly, she starts sniffing. Nose pressed into the crack of her boss's ass, she starts to huff like farts are the only thing she can breathe.

"Hmph." Her boss huffs above her. "If I would've known you were this desperate to huff my farts earlier, maybe I'd indulge a little more often." The boss grunts, leaning a bit to the side.

*BBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAMMMMPAAAAAARRRRRTT.*

*BBBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPTT.*

With a deep sigh of relief, the boss empties the rest of her tank into her assistant's awaiting nostrils. She stands up, gazing down at her assistant's stink blasted, needy face. Her assistant whines as her ass moves away, clearly wanting more.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I'll be back in a bit. Until then, why don't you enjoy that chair? There'll be plenty more for you later." The boss turned and walked around her desk and out of her office to her meeting.

You are now my personal gassy livestock. Strapped to old medical beds by leather tie downs with buckles. I'll make sure you are well fed with snacks and gas producing foods. I might give you an inulin treat or some sugar free gummies. You are someone to fart for me when I deem ready. After measuring your belly for proper bloating, roundness, and sensitivity, I'll pull out a stethoscope placing the cold round bell onto your bare skin checking for gurgling, rumbling, and whining. When you start to moan from the pressure building through your intestines against the inside of your sphincter, I'll rub your swollen belly and wait a little longer. Then ill lower the medical bed to the floor and place my head under your bare cheeks. I'll slowly pull out the butt plug I placed inside to seal in the gasses and smells to give you the relief you crave. Allowing you to release your farts and empty your bowels however you need onto me. The moisture, the warmth, the sounds will all be mine to saver, inhale, or lick however I please. Will it be rancid and wet as it mumbles and pops out like a broken engine? Perhaps it will be oderless but boisterous in volume, with enough warm air to force the hair out of my eyes or ripple the loose collar of my shirt. *Ppprrfffphhh pfsss* relieved and no longer straining you feel so much better. The fart felt amazing as it expanded your sphincter with its bubbles and wind. Almost flapping as it opened and closed.