No, you beg for mercy

Having already smelt most of her offerings, you can’t even begin to fathom what her gas would taste like. There’s no way you’re gonna agree to swallowing her grossest, strongest fart.

“I…. Ummm…. I’m so sorry, Ms. Aroma, I just… I just can’t do that.” You plead. “I promise, you don’t need to do that, I’ve learned my lesson and promise I will never do anything like this again!”

The second the words leave your mouth, Aroma’s expression flips to one of pure rage.

“EXCUSE ME? You think you get to just walk out of here? As if! You’ve just earned yourself being my little training dummy for the rest of the day, bitch! I’m gonna make you suffer!”

Before you can even react, she leaps back on you, shoving you to the ground. She then stands back up and delivers a brutal buttdrop right on your face. You’ve clearly made a huge, HUGE mistake.

“Like it or not, here comes the mother of all farts, you stupid little ass cushion!” With that, she unleashes a torrent of noxious gas all over your face. The fart easily lasts for over 10 seconds and is smellier than any offering she’s given you beforehand. You try desperately to escape, but she’s got you completely pinned.

“See, was that so difficult? You could’ve just swallowed that like a good boy and been done with this, but now you’re stuck being my little bitch for the rest of the day!” She shouts angrily, punctuating it with several more powerful, rancid farts that you have no choice but to smell. You’re going to be here for a while….

……..

After several more hours of farts, stinkfaces, and buttcrushing, you are left in a smelly, sweaty heap. You stopped fighting hours ago. You can’t even remember what fresh air smells like at this point. The only reason the torture has stopped is because Aroma has tired of you, and has finished her training for the day.

“Get the fuck out of my sight, loser. I can’t believe a stupid pervert like you begged for this shit and then pussied out so hard.” She says, spitting at your crumpled, defeated form beneath her before stomping off into the locker room.

All you can do is lie there for what feels like hours, slowly trying to regain your strength. Safe to say, you’re not coming back tomorrow.