An Unexpected Call For A Fart Doctor: Goddess Tempest's Desperate Plea
As the night fell, Annette lay in bed, wracked with pain and discomfort. She was suffering from a slight fever, making her skin warm to the touch, and her stomach was churning with nausea. The bloated feeling within her abdomen had reached its peak; she could hardly stand the pressure anymore. With a sigh of desperation, she picked up her phone and dialed a number she had saved under the contact name "Fart Doctor".
"Hello?" A deep voice answered on the other end of the line.
"Hi, um," Annette hesitated, her face flushing with embarrassment, "I'm really gassy and bloated right now, and my stomach hurts really badly."
The doctor, whoever he was, listened intently to her predicament before replying, "Don't worry, dear. I understand your discomfort. Just stay on the line, and I will guide you through some exercises to help release that gas."
Annette nodded gratefully. She was already holding her phone to her ear with one hand while using her other hand to clutch at her distended belly. The doctor's instructions were clear and soothing, and soon enough, she began to feel a sense of relief as the gas slowly escaped from her body.
"Now," the doctor's voice came over the phone, "I need you to do something else for me."
Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard this request. "Wha-what is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I need you to hold your phone right over your cute little asshole," the doctor replied matter-of-factly. "I want to hear those farts up close and personal so I can make an accurate diagnosis."
Annette froze for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. She'd never been asked to do something like this before, but the desperation in her own voice had convinced her to listen to the doctor's instructions. Slowly, she lowered her butt off the bed and positioned her phone just above her exposed asshole.
The next few moments were agonizingly uncomfortable for her, but she clenched her teeth and tried to bear the pain as she waited for the doctor's instructions. And then, finally, she let out a long, low rumble of a fart that echoed through the phone line.
"Ahhh, that's much better," the doctor murmured appreciatively. "Now let's see if we can't get some more of those for me to listen to."
With each passing fart, Annette could feel a sense of relief wash over her body. The doctor's instructions were helping to alleviate some of the discomfort she'd been experiencing, and she was beginning to feel a bit more like herself again.
When she finally heard the voice on the other end of the line say, "Alright, dear, that should do it. Thank you for allowing me to listen to your farts," she let out a shaky breath and collapsed back onto her bed.
It had been an experience unlike any other, but in the end, it had helped her get some much-needed relief from her gastrointestinal distress. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder: would she ever have to call the Fart Doctor again?
