Yes

Begrudgingly, you shuffle over to your new mistress, and do as she says, planting a few kisses on her big, round ass.

Aroma giggles with delight as your lips make contact with her plush posterior, the vibrations traveling through her flesh. "Oooh yes, that's it baby! Mmm, your kisses feel sooo good on my big, juicy booty!"

She grinds her ass back against your face, smearing your lips and cheeks with her sweat and musk. "Don't be shy now, really get in there! I wanna feel that tongue, stud!" Her tail lifts up and out of the way, giving you an even clearer view of her barely-concealed crack.

“Awwww man….. do I have to?” You plead, hoping she is merely playing around.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course you don’t have to! Instead, I could just fart on you all night tonight, and then even more during our match tomorrow! How’s that sound?” She coos, her voice dripping with malicious intent.

“Nevermind, my apologies, I’ll get right to it!” You say, and begin to do as she ordered, burying your face in her large rear and tentatively licking her asshole.

As you hesitantly extend your tongue and drag it along her sweaty crevice, Aroma lets out a loud, shameless moan of pleasure. "Oh, good boy! Mmmnh, your tongue feels amazing, Drew!" Her powerful thighs quiver and clench around your head as she grinds back harder, practically smothering you in her doughy cheeks.

Suddenly, Aroma's stomach gurgles loudly and she gasps. "Oooh shit, here it comes! Open wide, sweetheart!" With that warning, she rips a massive, wet fart directly into your mouth, the **** and volume catching you completely off guard. Her fart coats your mouth in a nasty film, and you stumble backwards, coughing up a storm, trying your best not to puke.

Aroma cackles hilariously as she watches you sputter and gag, clearly enjoying your distress. "Hahaha, oh man, the look on your face! Priceless!" She straightens up and turns to face you, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "And that was just a little teaser, cutie. Imagine what it'll be like when I really let loose during our match!"

She saunters over to you, her hips swaying hypnotically, until she's standing right in front of you. With a wicked grin, she reaches out and grabs your shirt, effortlessly lifting you up to eye level. "Listen up, jobber. You did good worshipping my ass, so I'll go easy on you... mostly. But don't think for a second that means I won't still enjoy playing with you later. I promise that I’ll only fart on you until you pass out.” She says with a smile, as if that wasn’t what she was going to do originally.

“W-wait, what?! But that’s the same thing you do to every opponent, that’s no different than if I didn’t do all of this!” You protest.

“Oh, is it? Whoops, silly me, I guess it is. Oh well, I guess you did all that worshipping for nothing.” She giggles to her self. “Well, you better get home and get some rest, little guy. You’re still in for it big time tomorrow.”

As she says that, she walks away, leaving you to saunter on home yourself, dreading tomorrow.

-

After a rather restless night, you arrive to the arena again, now packed with fans. You get changed into your usual attire, and step out onto the walkway, where you see Aroma is waiting for you already in the ring. You take a deep breath, and head into the ring. Boos rain down on you from the audience, as expected. You are the jobber, after all. Every single person in attendance is more than likely a massive fan or Aroma’s, or just a bunch of pervs who get off to watching a beautiful woman beat the shit out of a random dude. Either or, you’re public enemy #1 in this building.

“So, Aroma, are you ready to get your ass beat by a real man? Your stupid little tricks aren’t going to work on me like they have others.” I confidently state. You always like to play up your role in these fights, as it makes your downfall all the more satisfying for fans.

Aroma bursts out laughing at your bravado, her whole body jiggling obscenely as she saunters into the ring. "Destroyed? Oh honey, you have no idea what you're in for!" She cracks her knuckles menacingly, eyeing you like a shark circling its prey.

Unfortunately, thanks to last night, you’ve got a pretty good idea. Even just two farts from her yesterday were enough to make you second guess this fight. You still can’t get the taste of skunk ass out of your mouth, no matter how hard you brushed your teeth.

The ref steps in to give the pre-match instructions, but Aroma ignores her completely, instead bending over right in front of you and mooning the entire audience. Her gigantic ass, barely contained by the skimpy ‘outfit’ she wears, fills your vision and the arena with its overwhelming stench. "Smell that, Drew? That's the scent of your impending doom!”

Straightening up, she turns to face you again, a sadistic grin on her face. "Last chance to back out, tiny. Or this is gonna get real ugly, real fast.”