#panic asks

[gaseouspanic]

PLEASE I BEG do you have the cam burping clip anywhere?

I do! Someone posted it on TT a while ago, here you go anon 💚

Also, the VERY quiet moan followed by "whaddup lover?" right after that monstrous belch? Man of the dreams, truly

[panic-is-trying]

Can anyone give me some advice when it comes to age regression? (sfw, obviously)

I think I do it

But

I’m not sure I necessarily have been knowing that I was doing it? Or if I’m doing it

It’s weird and I don’t know what’s going on or if I should put a name to what I’m doing or leave it be

But it seems to help me so I’d like to better it in any way if any of you know much about it? Or if I’m allowed to? Or if I should?

I’m so lost

Im scared even posting this because I genuinely just don’t know

[jacquesspier]

every Pray for the Wicked song is pure gold tbh but I srsly can't get enough of Roaring 20s, like the instrumentals are so euphoric and the vocals ?? and of course like all the songs the lyrics are amazing and brutally metaphoric. Like the whole album is like that I could gush about each one, but just ya those high notes and that brass section I am in love♡♡♡

I’m really glad you brought up the brass, bc I have so many feelings about the brass, not just in roaring 20s but in the whole album????? it’s phenomenal the whole way through! hey look ma has some awesome trumpet, the overpass has some crazy stuff going on, and old fashioned with that sax???? I’m obsessed

[gaseouspanic]

I am into fat guys farting and burping or well bloated guys farting and burping. And after seeing that Cam from date everything burps and stuff it makes me imagine that he also has to fart and certainly when bloated.

Oh, his gas can definitely be on whole another level out of all the dateables in my opinion, especially if you help him get pushed past any imaginable limits, intentionally or not 💚

Sometimes it's almost embarassing how long you procascinate on throwing out your trash, but the side effects of letting C/am hold ungodly amounts of old, rotting food inside him for days, even weeks on end, are simply too mesmerising.

You grew to love the slow buildup of discarded things churning around in his belly until you mercifully empty him out. It turns you on so much to watch his tummy grow and swell with the most awful gas, a deadly mixture of atrocious smells produced by some especially potent ingredients - perhaps you threw out some spoiled milk that made his guts especially rumbly, topped with spoiled beans and cabbage you've failed to use in a recipe before it started decomposing into sludge... and now, they are all causing C/am to swell up and bloat past any sensible limits.

At one point he's so full of gas that whenever you two are talking, you can hear the constant churning and burbling of his taut, distended gut without making the slightest effort to listen. He'll keep pausing mid-sentence to squint and lift his leg slightly, before a gruelling "oooOUUURRRPpphh..." a deadly "ffffffrrrRRRRBBBbbbRRRRllttt..." rumbles out of him. Not a full minute passes, and it's followed by a louder, longer "BBBBBRRRRrrrRRRAAAAPPPpppffft!", C/am's only comment on it being "whoops, that stinks. There's deffo something bigger on the way" as if he hasn't just unleashed the most rancid, gut-wrenching fart that is sure to hotbox the entire room.

His predictions are correct - soon enough, he'll stop pausing his sentences to indicate there's a burp fart incoming. He'll simply keep talking through short, bubbly blasts of air from either end that distract you every couple of seconds as they burst out of him, but it's still not enough to relieve his bloating. Eventually, he decides to roll onto his belly; it complains right back at him with an impatient growl, and right after that...

"FFFRRRRRRRPPPPPPBBBTTTT!" his hole sputters out a thundering fart, obnoxiously loud between his cheeks. It announces an entire cascade of putrid explosions, each bassier and wetter than the previous one. "GGGrrrbbBBBBBBFFRFRFRFRRTTTTttt! Brrrlllt...Brrpt...BBBBRRRRLRLRLLLLCH!" The stream of back-to back farts poisons the air around you with their ungodly stench, followed by a lengthy "BrreeEEEAAAAOoorrrp!"

C/am doesn't have to push at all. The gas blasts out of him freely and effortlessly, all while he presses his belly harder into the couch and somehow still dares to lead a conversation with you, even if most of his words get drowned out by the sound of his farts or get swallowed by his raunchy burps.

"What? SooOOOUUURRrry, didn't... BOOOOOUUURRPPppph! Ahhhh, didn't quite catch that" he'll say nonchalantly, and as soon as you open your mouth to repeat yourself, another deadly, fifteen-second expulsion drones out of his asshole. "BBBBBBRRRRrrrLLLLFFFFBBBBBRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTttt!" It has C/am moaning from bliss with how much relief it brought him. "Oof...hey, maybe you should think... bbbhhhHHRRROOOUUUUURRRrrrlp... about emptying me out soon, hm? You've been packin' shit into me for what, like three weeks now?"

But as you're fighting the gag response from the atrocious stench of pure decay that just stormed out of his hole, you're already thinking about the moldy blueberries on your counter that could fill that newly-found space in his tank.

[gaseouspanic]

HIII i've been hyping myself up for this for the past something minutes i've been so nervous EEK, i love the things you've written for d8ate ev3ryth1n9!, i'm not sure if you have any feelings or affection towards h💨ctor but i absolutely LOVE that submissive freak <333 just hear me out on something real fast ok?

first of all, before anything, i just wanna give a shout-out to h💨ctor's line of "...first... BLAST of air when you walk through the door" [or something close] in his first proper interaction. that man gets me. ANYWAY

h💨ctor talks a lot, and i mean a LOTTTT about having air moving through him, right? what if all that air was straight up burps. anything coming out of those vents that isn't air🌬️yn is h💨ctor's own gas, and he's a little slut for it just like the player is. when the player goes up to him at the vents, sometimes they'll ask him to belch in their face, and h💨ctor being h💨ctor happily obliges since all he wants is to make the player happy. in the end they're both kind of horny over the exchange and the vent dweller has new material for his erotica

not sure if anyone has already asked this specific character of you yet, but something something h💨ctor my beloved <333

Ughhhh, H/ector def deserves to be written more about even if I already have a post about him. And that's one hot scenario right there 💚

‼️ This post contains: burping, belly noises, teasing, face burping, burp-kissing

I think that sometimes, when H/ector craves your attention, he'll purposefully course more air through himself and refuse to transfer all of it out to induce more burps. He'll hear the air rumble through his vents and pipes, and eventually...

"Bbbhhhooouuurrrppphhh..."

It'll spill out past his lips, little by little, in a series of continuous, determined burps that echo through the entire ventilation system around the house. He'll do it all from the safety of his hiding spot, observing diligently as you gradually lose focus on your current task - and eventually come begging to him, unable to take another second without having one of those belches unleashed in your face.

A flustered, yet obscenely devilish grin brightens his face in the half-darkness of the attic when he sees you approach. He's obsessed with that little quirk you share, where he can freely lure you in to himself just by giving you a little diatracting pre-show of his gassiness - and he's no less turned on by it.

"Bhhhrrpp... my, my, I haven't heard you run to me so quickly in a while." he'll tease, inviting you to touch him - he's clearly malfunctioning with the invasion of your touch around his guts, your impatient hands pressing and prodding, causing all the hot air to stir within him with a loud growl.

He'll let you feel the gust of air travel up his throat, his hands pressing yours onto his gullet, right before opening wide to reward you with the full force of the eruption.

"HHHAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPppp!"

The humid air blasts against your skin as the belch rumbles on, and you can do little but moan about how you want more right after it comes to an end. And H/ector, pleased with himself, couldn't be happier to provide more.

Your bodies are pressed tight against each other - H/ector would never deny you the pleasure of feeling every little instance of feeling the gas' journey through him, and can't get your hands off him while he teases you between belches.

"Ohh, careful with those hands, you're...bHHwWWRROOOUUUURRrrrrp! Huff... pushing out— bEEEEELLLCH! A lot of...urrrp! Air-ooooUUUURRRRPPPppp! ...hufffhhh... look at you, getting all red from just-huurrrrp! That..."

H/ector can barely keep up with his words, burp after burp cutting into his tease and drowning you in waves of arousal, riling you both up with the guttural rumbles that echo around the attic.

"Here, love, I can see how bad you want to get even cloOOOOUURRRP! Closer... careful, this may leave your head a little shaken."

He'll pull your face into a deep kiss, and with a roll of his hips against yours, he'll dislodge a huge pocket of trapped air that rises towards his mouth - and right into yours.

"mmmmMMMHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRrrrpp! mmmh...fhuuckkhh...mrrrpp-ouuuUUURRRPH!"

A series of truly monstrous, deep belches shakes through your entire being, reverbating against your lips as H/ector's powerful system pushes more stale air down into you. The strength of the last expulsion forces him to break the kiss, allowing you to inhale more of his gas before he announces he's completely empty for now.

"Well, I can't wait to indulge in what you manage to write about our exchange this time."

[gaseouspanic]

What are your thoughts on E/ddie and V/olt? Aside from C/am, they’re my favorites in the game and I’ve been thinking about them a lot, especially them being gassy. Like them closing up the Breaker Box after a long night and the place is quiet and empty after all the patrons have left. They can finally let loose, especially V/olt after being so charming all night. He lets out massive belches that echo off the walls, sighing with relief. And I feel like E/ddie’s would be so deep and rumbling, and he’d thump his fist against his chest to free them. And if you were there witnessing this, they’d probably feel embarrassed at first until they see the effect it has on you, and then they’d be over the moon to let loose in front of you. The two of them teasing you, both of them taking turns kissing you and pulling back only slightly to release a monstrous burp before hungrily meeting your lips again. OR EVEN watching them burp in each other’s faces 😳

Sorry this is so incredibly self-indulgent lol. I absolutely love your writing and just wanted to get this out into the open somewhere

Anon I've been so INSANE about this ask and I love every little detail of it, ughghhh I'm legit going feral. Please don't apologize, it's genuinely one of the hottest fantasies that ever slipped into my inbox and I wish I could hear more of your thoughts about your faves!!! 💚💚💚 Careful, this one will be long and steamy.

‼️This post contains: burping, mc x e/ddie x v/olt threesome, gassy sex, face-burping, mouth-burping, mentions of intox

After the Breaker Box closes for the night, their day's worth buildup of gas can finally be released, and they absolutely relish in the feeling. To me they'd seem completely comfortable being gassy around each other, so it'd be frequent for them to have spontaneous burping contests and rating each other's belches. Perhaps your presence slipped their attention during closing, and now you get a peek into their disgusting display from an overshadoved corner.

Thinking they're the only ones left in the bar, they trash away any restraints. V/olt's burps outmatch E/ddie's in length, leaving him panting and breathless. He'd be so vocal about the relief they give him, punctuating his monstrous eructions with heavy moans. But E/ddie's belches have a distinct, low rumble to them that fills V/olt with envy. They take a little time to get out, often getting stuck, but once his mouth falls open to release one, it's always going to be a bassy, thick roar of a belch.

"bhhhhHHUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPPPH! Ohhhh, fuck... this one the best by far, don't you think, E/ddie?" - V/olt teases as if to announce his victory, but with a few thumps of a fist, E/ddie responds with an equally hot rumbler of his own, right into his face.

"Bhrrp...brrrr—bhweeEEEAAAAAUUURRRRRrrrrrrrrppppp! Phew. I told you I haven't said my last word."

Eventually, your own whimper of amusement betrays your position. Both of them will hold their breath in surprise and shower you in half-professional, half-tipsy apologies, but can't even deliver those without burping mid-sentence. And once they take note of you being getting all hot and bothered in response... oh, you'll be stuck there for a while.

First of all, they finally found a judge to their neverending dispute. I wouldn't be surprised if they made you rate their burps - but this doesn't last too long, as their rumbling expulsions only get you all caught up in the moment, fuelling each other's horniness. You'll end up gassily making out in no time.

"buUUUUUURRRrrrrlllp! Ohhh, did I get that in your face?" V/olt's swift hand travels down between your legs to feel you twitching with arousal. "Oh, that wet spot is the highest praise by itself... look, E/ddie. Their underwear is fucking soaked."

"Shit... you're right." E/ddie's usually emotionless voice is filled with lustful envy. "BWOOOOARRRP! Oh, there they go again...this really does get young going, huh?"

At some point, when your heads are buzzing with heat and lust, they may even stop breaking the kiss to burp. Each of them will simply let their rumbling belches roll straight into your mouth as they make out with you, too busy rutting their hips against your body to think about any manners. And with the way they are, they may also turn that into a contest - rating just how much they can make you squirm and blush when they make you swallow another of their bellowing, hot belches mid-kiss.

They take turns playing with you - E/ddie's lips pressed around your sex as he burps in the middle of pleasing you with his tongue. V/olt's kisses pressed against your sensitive neck, one after another, until he has to pause and press a hefty belch into your skin. Hands bending you over the bar counter as each takes their turn sliding their cock into you, commenting in their distinctive ways to you twitching harder around them with each terrific burp. Endless possibilities of making you squeal for their gas.

You'll never be able to sit by that counter again without a memory of the feral night flashing by. And by the way they'll be eating you up with their eyes whenever the closing hour for the Breaker Box draws near, you can tell it won't be the last time.

They made sure to get tipsy on nicely carbonated drinks for you.

[gaseouspanic]

Not sure if you met Freddy yet, but I find his whole chest-is-a-fridge thing really interesting for potential stories. Like, what happens if too many drinks are stored inside him at once? Or what if he starts putting on weight the closing he is to reaching max capacity for storing food?

I wanted to make a F/reddy post so bad and you gave me a perfect opportunity, you GET IT anon 💚💚💚 He was actually my first love ending. A whole giant yeti man that talks to you about food alllll the time, OF COURSE I couldn't resist him...

‼️ This post contains: burping, weight gain, descriptions of gassy 0ral and general horniness

He strikes me as someone that would fucking love to indulge in your freaky little fantasies. He can see how enthusiastic and flustered you get when he's patting his tight-packed gut full of food you've recently bought and reminding you to eat it before it sits there too long. And it simply goes downhill from there, starting a mutual stuffing loop.

Perhaps you keep buying more and more food to cram into him, wanting to see him grow wider over time and moan with how heavy it all is inside him. He'll beg you constantly to eat at least some of it and help empty the shelves before it goes bad - and you will do as you're told. How could you deny the pleasing voice of that beautiful bastard, after all? As a result, you catch yourself visiting the fridge more frequently over time, the bump of your belly growing along with F/reddy's own as both you try to keep up with the expiration dates oh-so-bad (and yet, even when you're too full to take enother bite and F/reddy is madly overpacked, he'll mention another dish he knows you're obsessed with and haven't had in a while; so before you know it, you catch yourself ordering four servings of it).

He's also someone that loves having a good laugh about letting out an exceptionally great belch, on top of visibly enjoying the relief. He'll ask you to rate them and make sure to accentuate how good they feel to let out, especially once he clocks the effect his burps have on you - and god, they will make you properly horny. They're loud, guttural and rumbling like roars of a real monstrous entity, thanks to that insanely big tank of a belly.

He already knows what's coming when he sees you open him up and load him full of canned soda. Imagine yourself taking out a single can - you're parched, so you quickly crack it open and sip on it greedily, letting out a burp once the metal stops touching your mouth. "Nice one" - he'll comment, "but let me do you one better."

He'll thump his chest a few times and inhale sharply. You hear a guttural rRRRRrrrrruuuMMMMMBBBBLLLLlllll inside of his soda-packed guts, and F/reddy leans down to make sure you feel the full force of the monster he's about to unleash... "BBBBRRRRRRUUUUUUUUOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!" the gust of chemical sweetness from that wet, gurgling belch is so strong that it blows your hair back. "Ohhhh, hell yeah. How's—bbBBUUUURPppph! How's that now? Awh, got you too stunned to think, I see?"- and of course, he's right. The smaller, yet still ridiculously deep afterburp was the last bit of prodding you needed to grab the side of his coat and start dragging him to the bedroom.

Maybe you could ramp up that insane potential of his even more by actively sticking your hand into his overfilled fridge-gut and shuffling things around, especially as a form of foreplay when you two are making out. At first he'll wince at the rougher treatment, but will eventually grow to be addicted to your touch all over his overpacked insides, moaning and burping shamelessly into your mouth when he feels you messing around with your gas-inducing leftovers - an equivalent of a relieving, very deep tummy massage - and bringing some fizzy drinks to his highest shelf before opening them all with a loud fizz.

All that rummaging and bubbles will make him pant heavily and explode with a rush of diabolical belches. You can't help but grind onto his meaty thigh with the mutual teasing as you feel another foul BbBBBrRRAAAAAAAAaAAOOOOUUURrRRlch forced down your mouth, giant hand firmly pressing your head against his maw to make sure you swallow allll of the air right up.

For the last idea to toss around for now, I think he would eat the player out like a king and burp like a hog doing it. It would feel like he's indulging in the finest meal of his life, unable to stop himself from guttural moans and belches all over you, his mouth so big over you that you fear he may swallow you whole right up...

"BbbrRRRLLLLLrrrruurppp....mmmmh, fhuck...bHHHHHUUuuuuoorRRhhhlll— ohhfff, that'sh it... fuuuckh, you taste so good..." his words are muffled by your flesh against his face as he tongues around your most sensitive parts, deep and loving, the rumbling vibrations of each eruption quickly bringing you to the third orgasm of the night.

"BHHOOOOUUURRRRRPPPPhhhh...phoosh. Ready for another one?"

[gaseouspanic]

Hi! So, I've been thinking a LOT about g/assy p/layer in D/ate E/verything.

Like just going around the house farting and burping, but my mind is specially on farting, K/oa and C/hair/emi handling their farts in face or lap

J/ho/nny S/plash gets hotboxed very often, so do the other bathroom objects

Bathseeba and Rebel are used to seeing bubbles coming up in the water with a special scent,

D/irk and H/arper secretly savour the smell when p/layer rips one, the H/anks are not so discreet,

B/etty and T/eddy are used to morning gas and sleeping farts, M/ateo cannot count the amount of times he witnessed dutch ovens

Farting on other objects is also so hot, sometimes the p/ayer might be getting a bowl for popcorn and decides to fart on it before putting the snack, D/aisuke gets really red

T/ony, E/die, and V/olt, all appreciate the view when you bend over, T/ony admires the front and the B/reaker b/ox boys are watching the back

And there's SO MANY other scenarios I'd like to put here but I'm getting lazy

So when you get the Da/teviators you get super embarrassed that all of your objects had witnessed your gassy habits

And they love it

This is, quite honestly, the first ask where I struggle to come up with anything that could possibly enhance it. This is perfect. I just keep reading it over and over and my brain simply short-circuits every time.

So I decided just post it for everyone to see and enjoy with us, and add a little of my whining about how fucking hot that is. 💚

The vision of the player living out their nastiest, gassiest life, convinced they're all alone and free of judging eyes whenever they rip a rumbling fart... only to be met with that cruel realization when they put the D/ateviators on for the first time. Ugh. I'm feral.

One thing I especially love about this is how they'd suddenly get swarmed with memories of their farts around every corner of the house.

Oh shit, the couch they've been ripping ass into almost every night wasn't just a couch this whole time.

Oh fuck, whenever they've passed out under the blanket after inhaling five burritos and let their ass rumble out rancid gas in their sleep, it wasn't just a blanket. Now M/atteo's hair carries the foul scent of their farts more often than not.

The appliances in the breaker box are suddenly all hot and bothered, commenting on their ass and one-upping each other about which of their farts made the thing jiggle the most.

And then, when the homeowner is already utterly and completely embarassed, they only keep facing comments from new d/ateables - about the smell, the length, the hotness of their gas blasted for months on end without a smidge of realization.

It drives them mad in the best ways.