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Patreon Prompt 461
🕑 Added 2023-12-31 15:35:09 +0000 UTCPrompt: Servants huddle around their gassy SSBBW Baroness for warmth during a cold winter night.
Among the many advantages of being the owner of a castle, one of them wasn’t a reliable way to keep warm. Though Baroness Beffa kept her halls warm with various fireplaces, a massive shortage in firewood and a particularly harsh winter quickly dwindled their resources. Always the crafty one, Beffa proposed an idea to keep herself and the rest of her servants warm. While the staff was understandably anxious about the suggestion, they were somewhat used to their master’s eccentric orders to go along with her non-standard body.
All of the castle’s resources were put towards keeping the Baroness’s bed chambers livable for the coming winter night. The room was quite spacious compared to the rest of the castle, but the majority of the space was taken up by Beffa’s bed. The pair of king-sized mattresses were just enough to hold up the massive, over 1000 pounds of flesh that made up her blobby form. With no room left on the bed itself, the servants had to clamber their way across her to find a flesh fold to keep them warm. Those daring enough to sink between her armpits or bury themselves between her cleavage were granted extra protection from the cold, however Beffa wasn’t quite ensuring them protection from winter’s icy touch.
As the last servant poured a pot of special stew down Baroness Beffa’s gullet, she wiped her jowls clean and ordered him to join the others. On her mark, the people closest to her belly began to grope and knead it. The attention managed to stir up a maelstrom of gas bubbles lurking inside. While quite a few were worried about what was about to come, a slight chill passing along their bodies was enough to get them moving again to speed up their master’s digestion.
Through the hard work of her servants, Beffa was finally able to relieve her pressure in the form of a thunderous BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP. As the tremors finished spreading through the Baroness’s form, the staff were subjected to the noxious fart cloud that spurted out of her rear. Though the smell was horrendous, the gas ensured that they were kept warm as they nuzzled up to her body. Sure to refresh the warm fog of flatulence with various PHHHRRRRRRTTTTTs and BRRAAAAAAAPPPPs ringing through the castle over the course of the night, Beffa was able to sleep soundly in the comfort of her pungent farts and her wonderful servants.
