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Boys can get off on some wild things. This one, in particular, likes to make me his tiny, gross girl. He loves it when I’m gassy and blech for him. Burping up whatever is in my little body for him to breathe in and get off to. He’s been begging for me to let the gas out in another direction, and I’ve been refusing for a long while. I mean, come on, girls don’t fart! Right? At least not in public or in front of boys.
He wants it so badly, though, that he tricked me. He dressed me in a super-sexy dress and high heels, then took me to a fancy Mexican restaurant. We ordered tepeches and the amount of rice and beans! My stomach was rumbling before we even got to dessert!
Tiny Gross Girl
Bloated and uncomfortable, I whined to him that I wanted to go home, and he grinned. Leaning across the table, he told me to let it out. To let him hear it, and I held in a burp I thought would be tiny. It puffed my cheeks before I pursed my lips and blew it across the table. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He stood up and took my hand. My tummy was almost poking out of my tight dress; it was so bubbly and full. He rubbed my tummy like I was pregnant and whispered in my ear, “You are gonna fart so good for me.”
Playfully, I slapped at his hand and demanded I wouldn’t, but right there at the table, the rumble that came from my stomach argued. He may get precisely what he wanted afterall.
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