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Patreon Prompt 43
🕑 Added 2021-06-06 14:28:43 +0000 UTCPrompt: (Female All the Way Through Mouth Farting) https://twitter.com/OddTenn/status/1400498755753873415?s=19
Donna shuddered as she recognized the blonde bangs and brown roots of the woman stomping up to the counter. Hoping to avoid making too much of a scene, she passed off the register to her coworker and met the infamous Karla near the soda machine. “Hello miss,” she said, copying to the letter everything she had read in her employee handbook. “Is there anything I can-“
“Shut it!” Karla shouted, her face going red with fury and something else. “After I specifically told you to make me a dairy-free milkshake, you give me a cup of nothing, but dairy.”
Donna took a deep breath, catching a whiff of something foul against her tongue. “I assure you, the milkshake you were given was 100% made of almond milk,” she lied, not willing to give into Karla’s ridiculous demands. “If you are not satisfied with our service, you can direct your attention to our customer service line at 1-800-“
Karla reached out to grab Donna by her head and slam her face against the jeans tightly wrapped around her backside. “Does this taste like a dairy-free milkshake to you?!”
With a grunt, Karla unleashed a torrent of flatulence that parted Donna’s lips and flew down the underpaid, fast food worker’s throat. At first Donna struggled to break free from Karla’s grasp, the pink-painted nail of her tormentor doing an amazing job of keeping her at ground zero of the constant gas bombardment. However, Donna’s hands gradually moved towards her own backside as she realized what Karla’s gas was doing to her body.
Clenching her butt cheeks helped to delay the release for a few more moments, but in the end Donna was left helpless to stop the coming storm. The same gas that had been filling her mouth seconds earlier came bursting out of her own rear, refined by the combination of two digestive tracts. Each horrific PHHHHRRRRTTT and BLBRLRRRT that shook out of Donna’s rear cleared out more of the restaurant, mercifully limiting the amount of people watching her humiliation.
As the last of Karla’s gas spurted out, she let an exhausted Donna slump to the ground. “May that serve as a lesson to you on how to properly treat a customer,” she said, walking out of the building just as a final, squeaky fart burst forth from the violated and fragrant Donna.
