#arroto

[carmenpiggs]

 fat monster 🥵🐖🤰🏾 - #stuffedbelly #fat #fatpig #arroto #burp #belch #burping #bigbelly #bbw #sbbw #chubby #bloater #gainer #fatty #curvy #fatgoddess #bigbellies #burpfetish #feedeebelly #feedee #stuffing #fulltummy

[areyougonnathrowup]

my tattoo artist (who is very attractive), kept burping with their mouth closed, and turning away and blowing it elsewhere. like,, you can totally blow it in my face, I don’t mind 🥴

[inutilidadeaflorada]

Embaixo da língua há rumores Onde morreram antigos amores E beijos não dados O branco de outros olhos mofara-te A língua parece uma transfiguração fictícia Entre o desejo de deus e a representação do servo Severa cópula de corvo, influenciara todos os ismos da cidade Povoara a resinificação de um trava línguas rubrica A esquerda da língua, entre um canino A  festa de dois caixões abertos Que falta fazes um romance auto explicativo Onde o próprio público não precisa-se decifrar Romas As flores foram diluídas no meu suco gástrico O benefício ficara preso nas frestas dos dentes Que vez outro vem gastar o seus gosto no fundo da minha garganta Meu amor, tenho um santuário para o teu amor, cor pálida e teor cerâmica O Baco fora compreensivo antes do jantar Passara o cardápio por entre o canto do canário Refogado despido, com inscrições anêmicas Costela frita, com teor âncora e trova ao salva vidas Prataria prática, operando em sínteses Atravessara a ode talheres olímpicos Com temor que a fantasia cabeceira de mesa traz Por entre guardanapos, o segredo ambidestro revela-se inútil em cobranças O anel não fora expelido e tampouco engolido O roguei ao abismo do céu rachado Residência fixa da felicidade chiclete mofado Provavelmente, daqui uma quinzena de horas escape em um arroto Leiloa-se o dote ouvinte, por entre orelhas sensacionalistas Que irão ouvir a próxima grande morte anunciada Os modos animalescos podem figurar-se em outrora Se acaso fores precisa em dedicatórias, faço-te as minhas em aspas e fabrico-me requintado...

Fago Romantismo, Pierrot Ruivo 

[eliostory]

My dream boyfriend: hot and gassy.

[eliostory]

There's a lot of accumulated gas and he NEEDS to let it all out

[eliostory]

He's a burping machine!

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gas excerpt #seven

Another loud rumble came from his belly, followed by a meaty, damp and deep fart with an aroma worthy of a decomposing corpse. Adam knew that if he continued without Nick's help, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. He was in a real fight with his own farts... and he was losing.

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“What was that? I’m sure I heard something!”, Mrs. Jasmine said with a look of shock. “Oh, and what’s that unholy smell? It’s like something died in this restaurant. I’ve never tasted anything so bitter on my tongue”, Tasha’s mother said, with a disapproving expression as she fanned the air.

“This kitchen really overdoes the seasoning! That must have been it, mom. I’ll talk to the chef later so he can try to be more restrained next time”, Tasha said, trying to save her own boyfriend’s life. She turned to Adam, with an expression of “You know what scrambled eggs do to your stomach!”, but at the same time saying with her eyes: “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you.”

At that instant, the band started to play even louder, with the drummer accompanying them intensely. Adam saw this as his ultimate salvation. He gave a slight smile of relief, but not without casting a glance at Tasha, who was really hoping her boyfriend would stop releasing methane blasts every time he swallowed a shrimp.

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Adam took advantage of the moment when an opera singer seemed to scream at the top of her lungs to relieve a little more of his “internal stress”.

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However, the smell... that could not be masked even by the most magnificent solo of the band. Jasmine wrinkled her nose again, this time more intensely, as if she had just seen a huge rat, and turned to Harold, who also seemed uncomfortable.

“Harold, is a dish spoiled?”, she asked, fanning the air with her napkin very dramatically. “It’s impossible to breathe! I can smell a piercing odor in the air.”

Harold looked around and nodded, a little less politely this time. Now he was looking really bothered.

“There must be a problem in the kitchen, my love. Maybe it's something burnt... or an ingredient that's out of date. I don't know how this restaurant keeps its reputation like this!'', Mr. Harold complained.

Tasha held back a laugh, biting the inside of her cheek as she looked at Adam, who was now pink with embarrassment and sweating coldly. He tried to compose himself, but he knew there was no escape. The smell gave away the source of the problem. Soon, it would be impossible to hide the very loud noises his farts made when he ate too much protein. Two more farts escaped from Adam's ass, coming out as fast as a jet. He felt the warm and sickly air release from inside him.

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''Oh, that's enough! I'll talk to the waiter, excuse me'', Jasmine said, ready to demand an explanation.

Want to read the rest? Read it here: Adam: Jock Stench by ElioStory on DeviantArt

[eliostory]

gas excerpt #six

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"By the Gods, Jon! It wouldn't be surprising if those trees in camp started to rot from that assassination attempt you call a fart."

"You seem to like to exaggerate, Lannister. I'm just helping you keep your spirits up on a cold night. It's just a little gas, that's all."

Another fart came out, this time silent, but still lethal, like a sly serpent. phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tyrion choked as he tried in vain to cover his nose.

"Okay, Jon... I think I've had enough. I'm starting to lose the feeling in my face. I think I'm going to vomit."

Snow patted his belly lightly, as if preparing the ground for the next one. A slight smile plastered on his face. Jon, with a mischievous look, let out another deep and bassy PPPPPPRRRRRRRPFFFP, only this time directly at Tyrion's face on purpose.

"Maybe I can't control it as well as you think, imp. Must be the food from the North."

"Oh, sure, blame the food! As if it were responsible. You are the one who is consciously releasing this enormous amount of gas with this smell... (he took a slight sniff of the rotten air) ... this indescribable smell of decaying flesh with a grotesque and suffocating stink of... (he sniffed again) ... oh, by the Gods, boy, what is inside you that is so rotten?"

Jon smiled. He felt proud of himself when he saw others suffering from his scent, even though he would never admit it out loud. He adjusted the position of his huge butt once more. He closed his eyes in concentration. His belly started making crazy noises. He lifted his leg and…

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Want to read the rest? Read it here: Gassy Jon Snow by ElioStory on DeviantArt