Beg for mercy

Her last little threat really pushes you over the edge. You’ve heard way too much about Aroma and her deadly fumes from others, and you really, REALLY don’t want to be on the other end of them. Maybe you can appeal to her humanity a little? If you’re nice, maybe she will be understanding and hold back a bit.

“Umm, Ms. Aroma? Would you mind…. You know…. Uhhh…. Not farting on me as much, you know, during our match?” You manage to stammer out.

Aroma pulls back slightly, fixing you with a mockingly sympathetic expression as she places a paw on her hip. "Aw, is the wittle jobber scared of my big, bad stinkies?" she coos in a babyish tone before bursting into laughter again. "Oh sweetie, you're in for a real treat then! 'Cause in case you hadn't noticed..."

She turns around and bends over, giving you an eyeful of her massively jiggling, barely-covered ass mere inches from your face. The thin strip of her thong disappears completely between her doughy cheeks as she wiggles her hips enticingly. "...I don't really do 'not farting.' It's kinda my thing, ya know?"

Without warning, Aroma blasts you directly in the face with one of her signature farts. The smell is absolutely putrid, and makes your eyes water immediately. Trying to hold back gags, you try and swat away the scent. “Oh god….. oh fuck, that’s rancid….. what the hell…..”

Aroma laughs hysterically at your clear disgust, happy that she’s found such a funny new play thing. “Awwww, poor baby, does that smell? My apologies, I thought that I was dealing with someone who could handle a little stink?” She says in a mocking tone. “How about this, sweetheart, if you can be a good little boy and worship my big, beautiful ass properly, I will think about letting you off the hook a little bit for our match, how’s that sound?”