There is a pathetic loser sitting in the waiting room, reading a book when I arrive at the doctor's office for my appointment. I take a seat next to him. I'm here to find out why I keep farting uncontrollably. Sitting next to the quiet loser, I can't help but rip multiple giant wet farts right in his direction while waiting for my name to be called. He grimaces at the smell, and goes to get a face mask from the receptionist. I scoff and keep farting in his direction. I think he's being really rude by coughing and mumbling about the smell of my gas. It's not my fault after all. Eventually, I get fed up and rip off his face mask and fart on it. "Stop being such a pussy," I exclaim, then proceed to make the loser get on the floor and suck my farts out with his mouth. Since he is so bothered by the stench, he should be the one to help me with my farting problem. Then I won't even need to see the doctor! I order him to use his tongue to loosen up my asshole and lick up the mess. He is a wimp so he doesn't try to defend himself. I laugh at how spineless and submissive he is. The torment continues as I make him lie back and sit on his face, cutting off his air and making him squirm from the inescapable rotten gas. This never would have happened if he'd just minded his own business. Now he's my permanent fart slave!