*farts*

they left to use the bathroom after their first cup of coffee. i used the opportunity to crush up and dissolve two generic simethicone tablets in their next cup. most self-serving thing i've ever done. purely driven by lust and delirium. all so i could hear some cute butt noises i guess?? their face revealed that this coffee was more bitter than the last, but they were too tired to care, so i watched them finish the rest of it, hiding my perverse gaze and untucking my bottom lip from between my teeth only for the moments that they looked up at me. fifteen minutes passed. their stomach grumbled, and they grumbled in return. they went to take a tums, but aghaha! i only buy the gas relief kind. that's dose 3 of simethicone. in the trash bin beside the pill basket, they saw a paper towel dusted lightly blue. strange. neither of us use any eyeshadow of the sort. but from their short-term memory, they color matched the "actual size" image on the generic gas-x bottle that lied squarely on top of the pill basket. i only came out recently about my inclinations, so the dots were easy to connect. they weren't happy and neither was their stomach. they re-entered the living room and stood over me where i sat on the rug, as i do when i suspect i've hurt them and wish to shrink my figure accordingly.

"hey baby?" my heart ripped in half so hard that i felt it in my limbs. look what you did for your own gratification, fucko.

"did you um. drug me?" yeah. and while i didn't announce this part, i had plenty of time to talk myself out of it too. my arguments against myself just weren't enough to convince the butterflies in my pussy to disperse.

"okay. but i thought you called your little fetish 'inactionable.' if you asked to mess with my organs i wouldn't have said yes. thank god i'm off work today. how did you think this was gonna go for you?" oh god why does the shame make it hotter.

"well, i guess it's already fucking working," they said, defeated, in response to the air now traveling through their body against their will. "is this what you wanted? you get off to my discomfort now?" not quite, but i didn't argue. the discomfort would be over soon anyway.

"it won't do anything for me now if i just ask you not to do it again. my stomach hurts really fucking bad! are you gonna keep looking at me with your eyes glazed over, or are you gonna show some fucking accountability for what you did to me?"

i didn't speak, but it seemed my facial expression answered on my behalf. they shot me a glare, then slapped my face, hard. "quit smiling. you're not gonna fucking like it."

i didn't plan for this to happen. with one foot at my chest, they took me from 'seated upright' to 'laid out flatter than the rug beneath me' in half a second. fluidly, they pulled their pants off, kneeled and sat on my face before i could sit back up. i didn't have time to brace myself, either. i watched their pelvic floor tense and ohmygodpleas-

*BFLRRRBFRRFRBbpptpb*

they groaned with relief. i pulled all of that relief in thru my nose. i had already been crying but this made me sob. it was so fucking much, it was so fucking good. for the first time ever, this one was made just for me. all for me to watch and smell and hear and taste and feel. the sound got me first, as it always does. then the warm air across my face, then the unbridled aroma of the love of my life, concentrated enough to make my head go fuzzy. this was supposed to be a miserable time, but i felt so honored. i was laying in filth and depravity beneath the goddess i had wronged. for me, the punished, to accept punishment was to worship. my self-serving little idea had become the most reverent service i had ever offered to another. i tried to rub my clit thru my jeans but they caught me, wedging each of my arms beneath their knees. "baby. i already told you, i'm not letting you enjoy it. open your mouth."

??

"open your fucking mouth!"

they sat down, full weight, promptly stifling my cries, my lips forming a perfect seal around their perfect asshole. oh my god. fuck please stay here until i deplete all of my oxygen and then replenish my lungs with the ambrosia that just got me higher than any inhalant ever could. please.

*bbuUOOOOPBPBLT*

the sound reverberated in my mouth to produce a sound even hotter. i felt my heart vibrate in unison. i had just become an extension of the beautiful pneumatic tubes that spanned their insides. and inside of me, now, was the very air that belonged to them shortly before. simply breathing the same air as them wasn't enough. this was fucking transcendent.

"god, you're a lot worse than i thought. you're, like, really into it. aren't you humiliated? you aren't ashamed and disgusted with yourself? or does that make it hotter for you. fucking fine then."

they readjusted to place their asshole over my nostrils. i felt them push. i felt their hole puff open against my nose and

*plpbbptppt* <3

i inhaled on-cue like a guided meditation. god