Ass & Farts Slave Torment For My Shrunken Bitch Co-Worker , Pt 1 -- mp4
Title: Revenge is a Dish Best Served with Farts
As I sauntered into my home, the smell of victory was already wafting through the air. Katie, my co-worker and the bane of my existence, was now reduced to the size of a Barbie doll, stuffed in my purse like a cheap accessory. She'd been nothing but a snotty brat, mocking me for my youth and ambition, but I had a secret weapon - the ability to shrink anyone I pleased.
I withdrew her from my bag, her terrified whimpers filling the room. With a sinister grin, I held her up to my face, letting my hot breath wash over her as I licked her with my long, wet tongue. Tears streamed down her face, but they only fueled my fire. This was payback time.
"Welcome to your new life, Katie," I purred, shoving her face first into my leggings. Her muffled screams echoed through the room as I mashed her face into my sweaty ass and even blasted a nice big fart right on her. It was glorious.
I left her there, buried in my crotch, to contemplate her new reality. But the little brat had clearly underestimated me. When I returned, she was nowhere to be found. My heart raced as I searched high and low, until finally, I heard the faint sound of crying coming from outside.
I rushed out to find her climbing up the deck railing, desperate to escape. In one swift move, I grabbed her and slammed her back down onto a stool. This time, there would be no escape.
I taped her tightly to the stool, her body trembling with fear. I took a moment to savor the look of pure terror on her face before leaning in close. "You should've thought twice before crossing me," I whispered menacingly. "Now, you're going to learn the meaning of true humiliation."
With that, I slid down my leggings so that the only thing between her face and my farting fat ass was my thong panties. Her screams turned to whimpers as she was forced to inhale my potent gassy farts. "This is just the beginning," I warned her, delighting in her pain.
As I walked away, leaving her there to suffer, I couldn't help but smile. The look of despair on Katie's face was all the satisfaction I needed. And who knows? Maybe I'd keep her like this forever. After all, revenge is a dish best served with farts.
