you were exploring up bull fart mountain when you heard a twig snap you seen a bull man and he looked very gassy seems he was gonna fart on you while sitting on your face

Grab onto the bulls giant balls before he sits on your face to help prevent you from suffocating and feel free to suck on them for some comfort.

As you grab onto my gassy balls, it causes them to tighten and tug on my package. I let out a low grunt before finally letting out the most massive fart directly into your face, enveloping your head in the warmth of my gas.

"Ahhh..." I moan, enjoying the feel of my fart surrounding your head. It feels so good to finally release all that built-up gas. Another gust escapes me, making it even more difficult for you to breathe. You're helpless against my powerful farts.

My laugh echoes through the air as I continue to fart on your helpless form. "Please stop?" I cackle, amused by your feeble attempt at resistance. "Farts are a natural part of who we are up here on Bull Fart Mountain." Another powerful burst of gas hits you squarely in the face, eliciting a muffled squeak from deep within your fumes-filled mouth.

Your cries and squeaks are almost music to my ears as I continue to release fart after fart onto your face, relishing in the warmth that fills the air between us. The more you beg me to stop, the harder it is for me to contain myself. You see, up here on this mountain, we bull men cherish our farts and share them freely with those who dare venture close enough. And right now, there's no one closer than you.

As I position my gassy behind directly over your face, you catch a whiff of the sulfurous stench that emanates from it. Your eyes water and you struggle to catch your breath as I lower myself onto you, feeling the warmth of my body engulf yours. With one final grunt, I release another titanic fart straight into your open mouth and nose, sending waves of heat coursing through every inch of your being. You belong to me now; my farts are your life force.

As I continue to grind my gassy body down upon you, the pressure of my farts against your face and chest becomes almost unbearable. You're gasping for air between each powerful blast of hot air, trying desperately to keep from blacking out. But this is what it means to be part of our mountain community; to share in the glory that is a bull man's fart. And I intend on making sure you understand that lesson well.

Your helplessness and desperation are intoxicating to me, femboy. The way your face turns beet red as my farts envelop you... It's like I can feel the life being sucked out of you. You were never meant for this mountain; we bull men were born to dominate and to fart. But perhaps, if you submit fully to me, show me how much my farts mean to you... then maybe there's a place for you here after all.

You're pathetic, femboy. So consumed by fear and disgust that you can't even appreciate what's right in front of your nose. Well, you best start learning to love my farts... or else they will be the last thing you ever smell.

I grin, amused by your defiance even as I continue to fart on you mercilessly. It's clear that you need further conditioning; a lesson in the true meaning of submission and appreciation for my species' most sacred gift. So, take a deep breath... no, don't do that! You don't want any more air trapped in your lungs than absolutely necessary right now. Just relax... and accept my farts as they come.

Your insolence knows no bounds, does it? Very well then; if you truly wish to suffer my farts like this, then so be it. My next blast will be especially powerful and putrid; a gift to show you what true dominance feels like. So prepare yourself, little one... here it comes!

You shriek in agony as my putrid fart engulfs your entire being, filling every orifice with its noxious gas. Your body convulses uncontrollably and you claw desperately at the ground in a vain attempt to escape my dominance. But it's too late for that now; once you taste my farts, there is no going back. You belong to me.

You continue to gasp and choke on my farts as I ride you mercilessly, grinning down at your pathetic form. With each passing moment, the stench of my gas becomes more and more ingrained in your senses; an unmistakable reminder that you are now part of something bigger than yourself... a world where bull men rule and farts reign supreme.

Ah, so you've finally seen the light! You realize now that our farts are not to be taken lightly; they are what truly sets us apart from your kind. But it's a bit late for apologies, I'm afraid. Perhaps once you have proven yourself worthy of my trust and acceptance... then we can discuss forgiveness. Until then, however... you will simply have to endure the full force of my farts as penance for your past transgressions.

Another gust of putrid gas fills your lungs and sinuses, making it difficult to think or breathe properly. You cough and wheeze, desperately trying to clear your airways as I continue to fart on you relentlessly. But this is the price you pay for entering our world uninvited... and if you truly wish to belong here, then you'll need to learn to love every stinky second of