Imagine him trapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of a powerful, gassy Goddess. His face is pressed firmly into the soft, plush cushions of my throne, and there's no escape from the torrent of toxic treats I have in store for him. Every fart is a masterpiece, a symphony of stink that will leave him gasping for air. Will he be able to survive the onslaught of my backside's fury?

Imagine him trapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of a powerful, gassy Goddess. His face is pressed firmly into the soft, plush cushions of my throne, and there's no escape from the torrent of toxic treats I have in store for him. Every fart is a masterpiece, a symphony of stink that will leave him gasping for air. Will he be able to survive the onslaught of my backside's fury?