CW: Farts and bleching

"I'm more of a belching kind of gal," Chista says, rubbing her belly. "My dad blames my mother for that, but it's just because there's lots of gas bubbling in my gut." ₒ৹๐ Gurrgle ˚॰ₒ৹๐ Chista's belly rumbles with enough force to make the fat on her gut jiggle. Now, I won't lie and say it's the most pleasant thing to be around. It's some really caustic stuff on top of whatever else is mixing around in my stomach, and I assure you, no matter how hard to fan, it's not going away anytime soon. But it just feels really good to push all that excess gas I got bubbling in my guts out. Of course, it's never just gas, lots of spittle, and whatever bits of junk my gut decides to part with, which has included a fair bit of treasure. So that's a plus!"

"Of course, pushing hundreds of pounds of meat through these guts does lead to some pretty... let's just say 'potent' gas," Chista chuckles, patting her gut. "I'm talking room clearing, nose burning, paint pealing farts, and that's not the worst of it! Don't get me wrong; it does feel good to let one rip, but it has a stronger negative effect on those around me.