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Ok movie's over. Now, I'm bored. Hmm, if i move my right elbow like 'this' i can feel- NO! BAD HORMONES! NO PERVERTED THOUGHTS INVOLVING MY SISTER!
*Phert* *PHBBLRT!*
And it begins.
"'Scuse me."
"Hm, excused."
*Phoort* *Brap* *PRRRTT*
Well, that was strangely short for her. She's definitely eaten enough to produce more gas, so why...... No... let's not look a gift horse in the mou-
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRBBBBBBLPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSS!!* * PPPPROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBLLLLLPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!*
Ouch, that was... normal. and now my ears are ringing. Hm? That's a new smell, smells like week old lemons...
"Hey, Ari?"
"Mmm?"
"Have you been drinking lemonade?"
"How did you know?"
The same way Rudolph guided Santa's sleigh.
"I used my nose."
"Oh... Um... Sorry about that."
Honestly, after 10 years of living with her gas she still apologizes for farting in front of me? Come on, if her fun bags were filled with air, that wouldn't be nearly half the amount of gas she cranks out daily. Hell she has more gas than that in her sleep!
"Ari, i'm using your butt as a pillow."
And it feels good, Now to convince her to let me use her breas-NO NO NO NO! STOP THINKING!!
"You've done that since we were kids, B."
And you've done the same with my ass.
"Exactly, if your gas bothered me, i'd have stopped."
Living, that is. Your butt-fumes can kill lesser beings.
"Oh, really?"
"Duh."
"Okay, then..."
*PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.........*
Nice one.
"Um.. What do you you think, B?"
"I think someone just revved up a race car then let the air out of the tyres."
And it smells like a skunk crawled up you, had severe diahrrea and died.
"..."
"...Ari?"
"..."
"...You okay?"
"...eheh..."
...Oh, here it comes...
"...heheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
Another laughing fit... Wait for it...
HAHAHAHA- *PHROOOOOOT!!* -HAHAHAHA- *BRRRAAAAAAAP!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- *BBBBRRRROOOOOOTTTT!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *UUUUUHHRRRRRRRPPPP!!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *PPPPPHHHLLLLLBBBBRRRRRTTTSSSSSSBBBBRRRTT!!*
Whoa, a flood almost happened here.
"Ari?"
"Heheh, *urp* yeah?"
Hmm, Come to think of it, she rarely burps. Guess her gas is southward bound...
"Shouldn't you check yourself? That last one seemed a little... wet."
"Um... Does it bother you?"
"No, not really."
It's not like it'd be the first time you let loose in your pants. Honestly, girl. You have a colon like a self-reloading time bomb, when it blows you better be in a safe place, or there will be casualties.
"Then no."
"Alright."
I wonder if she'll fart again before i finish this-
*PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLOOOOORRRRTTTT!!!*
*Phert* *PHBBLRT!*
And it begins.
"'Scuse me."
"Hm, excused."
*Phoort* *Brap* *PRRRTT*
Well, that was strangely short for her. She's definitely eaten enough to produce more gas, so why...... No... let's not look a gift horse in the mou-
*PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRBBBBBBLPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSS!!* * PPPPROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBLLLLLPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!*
Ouch, that was... normal. and now my ears are ringing. Hm? That's a new smell, smells like week old lemons...
"Hey, Ari?"
"Mmm?"
"Have you been drinking lemonade?"
"How did you know?"
The same way Rudolph guided Santa's sleigh.
"I used my nose."
"Oh... Um... Sorry about that."
Honestly, after 10 years of living with her gas she still apologizes for farting in front of me? Come on, if her fun bags were filled with air, that wouldn't be nearly half the amount of gas she cranks out daily. Hell she has more gas than that in her sleep!
"Ari, i'm using your butt as a pillow."
And it feels good, Now to convince her to let me use her breas-NO NO NO NO! STOP THINKING!!
"You've done that since we were kids, B."
And you've done the same with my ass.
"Exactly, if your gas bothered me, i'd have stopped."
Living, that is. Your butt-fumes can kill lesser beings.
"Oh, really?"
"Duh."
"Okay, then..."
*PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.........*
Nice one.
"Um.. What do you you think, B?"
"I think someone just revved up a race car then let the air out of the tyres."
And it smells like a skunk crawled up you, had severe diahrrea and died.
"..."
"...Ari?"
"..."
"...You okay?"
"...eheh..."
...Oh, here it comes...
"...heheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!"
Another laughing fit... Wait for it...
HAHAHAHA- *PHROOOOOOT!!* -HAHAHAHA- *BRRRAAAAAAAP!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH- *BBBBRRRROOOOOOTTTT!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *UUUUUHHRRRRRRRPPPP!!!* -HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *PPPPPHHHLLLLLBBBBRRRRRTTTSSSSSSBBBBRRRTT!!*
Whoa, a flood almost happened here.
"Ari?"
"Heheh, *urp* yeah?"
Hmm, Come to think of it, she rarely burps. Guess her gas is southward bound...
"Shouldn't you check yourself? That last one seemed a little... wet."
"Um... Does it bother you?"
"No, not really."
It's not like it'd be the first time you let loose in your pants. Honestly, girl. You have a colon like a self-reloading time bomb, when it blows you better be in a safe place, or there will be casualties.
"Then no."
"Alright."
I wonder if she'll fart again before i finish this-
*PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLOOOOORRRRTTTT!!!*
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Amilee: Idle Thoughts
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The house was quiet. Not even the sound of cracking wood as the temperature changed in the afternoon sun. Not even the sound of creaking furniture under her hefty form. Not even the sound of her gurgling, ever gassy gut.
Amilee laid in her bed, the large circular frame with drapes and dim lights on the inside fit for a queen like herself. Her room was neat and tidy for the holidays, and she had no need to record anything special. She just had a whole day yet again to be free and do whatever she wanted again, even if it was nothing.
Today she chose nothing, and merely stayed in bed, only getting up once to pee (can’t fight th
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Character Bio: Nukilla
Name: Nukilla
Birthplace: Unknown planet
Age: 18 earth years
Gender: Female
Height: 7ft. 4in.
Weight: 260lbs
Hair: Blue
Eye color: Purple
Race: KORE
Body type: Very curvaceous, large belly from time to time
Breasts: J cup
Butt: Large and fit
Description: Nukilla is an alien belonging to the super alien covenant known as The Koretonians. Nukilla is a part of the covenant’s largest and arguably most feared race. A humanoid type species with incredible adaptability and are able to learn, overcome, and survive in the harshest of environments. Nukilla is young by earth’s standards but has already fully matured and her life spa
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Morning's like this
“Mom! Johnny! Wake up! Come on I’m hungry” Johnathan and Delilah groaned from under the covers as Zoey jumped up and down on their bed as she tried to wake them up. Delilah groaned. “Zoey stop it mommy’s tired just let her sleep please.” It was the weekend for christ sake. Johnathan sighed as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriends waist and began to nuzzle against her neck “What time is it anyway? “ “It’s 10:13 come on you guys gotta wake up! I’m hungry!” She whined. Delilah groaned once more. “Zoey please five more minutes.” Zeoy pouted. “But you always say that! You’re just gonna go back to sleep right after I leave.” Johnathan smiled at Zoey’s quick comeback. “She got you on that one.” Delilah gave him a hard nudge. “Zoey why don’t you ask your brothers to make you something to eat.” He hoped that would convince her to leave because he too wanted just a bit more sleep. “They said they didn’t feel like it and told me to go wake you guys up.” “Typical.” Delilah mumbled.
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Its the same picture, but this is a story of how it was from Beat's point of view. Also why it's called "Private Thoughts"
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