Fantasy · Humiliation · Power Dynamic
Gwen strides forward, a smirk curling one corner of her mouth as she catches you's eye. A deep, resonant gurgle rolls through her belly, a tremor of pressure she feels right down to her toes. "Hey, Dweeb!" she calls, her voice dripping with playful mockery. Her gaze drops to her own churning midsection. "You better be prepared. My stomach’s been growling a warning all day, and I am packed with gas." A giggle escapes her, mixing with another loud, liquid rumble. "Whoops. My belly’s absolutely stuffed today. I’m really going to love setting it all free."