All I want is to be a fart model! But where do I even start?! Sure, I'm a gassy girl, but I need some expert advice. Who better to ask than Goddess Peach? She's so sweet and helpful online, she's bound to give me some great tips. I'll even write a script for us to film together! Wow! She actually replied - and she said YES! I rush over to her place, heart racing with excitement. This is my big break! But the moment I step inside, I realise I've made a huge mistake. The kind, friendly Goddess Peach I imagined? Gone. Instead, she's ruthless, sarcastic, and dripping with arrogance. Yet, she still offers to help - in her own twisted way. She lets me in on an industry secret—all the top fart models swear by sugar-free gummy bears. Just one, she says, will take my career to the next level. Green or Peach? I choose Peach. Big mistake. Suddenly, my stomach twists. My vision blurs. I stumble back, and before I can even process what's happening—I'm shrinking. Oh. My. God. Goddess Peach looms over me, her colossal foot slamming down, trapping me beneath its weight. I barely have time to scream before she snatches me up, presses me against her massive arse—BBBBRRPPP!! A hot, rancid fart blasts straight up my nose. I gag. I writhe. This is a nightmare. I have to escape. I have to get away from Giantess Peach before I become nothing more than her next stink-ridden plaything... but does she even plan to let me go?