#gassy mexican

[henza-hex]

My Husband's Secret 3

Leo's POV (the husband)

We've been years together and only now I discovered Edward's fetish, it feels weird sometimes, but I'm getting used to.

The funny thing is that I've always been gassy, won all of the burping contests in school, cleared many rooms after mexican food, but I wasn't going all that gas ruin my marriage, I just didn't know that it would ignite it even more.

And there he was, sleeping as I had to get up for work... I want me some some quick breakfast without having any effort, so let's change that.

I always wake up with the gas that has been brewing all night, so I covered his head under the blanket and leaned to the side, just for him to wake up to the sight of my ass greeting him... and now... HNNGG...

Edward's POV

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." I say, slaI'm woken up by a LOUD bang, followed by a nasty gust of wind on my face, as I open my eyes, I'm greet by two massive cheeks in front of me, as I'm surrounded by this stinky cloud of gas.

I pinched myself, am I dreaming?

*COUGH* *COUGH*

"Wakey, were you going to sleep all day?" I heard him asking above me.

I take the blanket off, and he is laughing, greeting me with a shit-eating grin. Of course, that was fucking hot, but I slapped him for good measure.

"Hahaha what? Didn't you like that?" He continues to laugh, not taking me seriously.

I lay my head on his chest and answer. "Of course, you silly, but you deserved that. Just... I waited so long for this, I think I don't know how to react seeing you being so comfortable with it, even cheeky." I say, slapping him again.

"Ouch, did I deserve that too?" He asks, meeting me with some puppy eyes.

"Yes." I get up. "And some breakfast too, get ready, I'll call when it's finished."

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After the table is ready, I called him downstairs for breakfast. Of course he is wearing his suit and is looking extra hot in it. Those grey trousers should be forbidden, nothing should hug my man's curves better than me, but they do.

As we sat, I didn't talk much because I couldn't stop thinking about all of this situation, I finally got what I wanted, what now? Fortunately my thought were interrupted by belly pats and a loud belch.

BUUUUUURPPP

"Delicious, baby, I'm gonna wake you up all mornings for that."

That helped me to dissociate a little, and kissed his cheek. "With that way earlier, you can wake me up at morning even on weekends."

He pulled me close and made me sit on his lap. "So... let me put dutch-ovens on my daily routine."

"What about burp-kisses too?" I felt ridiculous asking for that, but he simply grabbed the back of my head to pull me into a kiss, opening his mouth intertwined with mine, as he...

OOOOOooooooOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPP...

"Haha, damn, that was deep." He joked as I gagged on the smell, things are escalating quickly. "But now I have to go, baby. Come here again, now for a real kiss." He kissed me on the lips, ready to go, but I held his hand.

"Baby, before you go. I have something to talk about."

"Yes?"

"You know I had these... preferences for a long time, right? And before you discovered about it, I had to come out of my way to fulfill my fantasies without you, but... now, you're my fantasy."

"To deep before 10 AM, love. What do you mean?"

I had to laugh, my made me to have courage to do it.

"Hm... I mean, I fantasized about you, you know those stories I used to read? You were always the main character in my head..."

Impressingly, no laughs this time. I couldn't read his thoughts this time. Too far?

"Interesting... but I have to go now." He kissed me deeply, and went to the door.

"Til later... baby... HNNGG..."

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Of course he had to tease me a last time before work.

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Leo's POV

Marrying Edward is wild, everytime he comes up with something. Gassy and teasing coworker right now, how I'm gonna make that work?

"You're so quiet today, Leo. What's up?" asked Damian, he is pretty much my best bud here, one of those BIG bodybuilder guys, tattoos, hairy, can't find many suits that actually fit his size, although, always boisterous and energic, one of the best companies in this dead office. He recently married and I was his best man. He and Alex make a great couple.

"Nothing, just some worries at home. You?"

"Ahh, don't even get me started on home. We moved together, and I'm trying to convince Alex to experiment new things with me, you know? We gotta work so we don't fall into boredom like most of the couples."

Was not expecting such a straight-foward answer but I'm... happy that there are no secrets between us? Well...

"Yes... boredom... Edward is never boring, the opposite of that, pretty wild." I didn't know what to say, those wild kinks never fit into a lunch conversation.

"Hahaha he is just like me then! I'm the one pushing Alex for new things, contracts, BDSM... even one of my secret kinks." he leaned close to whisper. "Eproctophilia."

"W-what is that?" I think I was sweating, is everybody freaky nowadays?

"You know, burping and farting... always got a thing for that. Alex acts grossed out but I think deep down he enjoys it. I just wanted to share my gas, making him sniff my farts, burp down on his throat... a distant dream" Damian finished his line of thought and we might be able to help each other.

"Uhm... Edward got this thing too, but he likes my gas instead..."

Damian boasted in a big laugh. "YOU? AND YOU DO THAT FOR HIM? How could I imagine?? HAHAHAHAHA"

"Don't laugh, I'm serious... and now he wants to roleplay..."

"ROLEPLAY? Gosh, you got a freaky fella in your house, I wish Alex was like that."

"Well... I can give you some tips to discover if he's into that, and you help me with what I can do for Edward..."

"Deal."

[gashotbox]

i want to be a designated fart sniffer so bad. not even like anything official, just like, imagine all the girls know when lunch today was a little weird and destroying their guts, that its just sort of wordlessly known that u get bombed w all their nasty gas

so hot. even better if theyre not even especially mean about it - just something unspokenly agreed upon. sitting around in a diner after a night out, and the food isn't sitting right. hell, someone's already ripped one. the pit of dread and heat pooling in your gut as the group’s reactions to their gurgling tummies turn from giggles to expectant looks. some apologetic, some completely nonchalant, others absolutely wicked. it just starts with one of them; a casual "hey, c'mere." as she lifts up one leg and you know your night is over. they don't even have to do anything. your cheeks burn with humiliation as you plant your nose against the damp seat of her panties like their little bitch and she blasts out a wet, splattering fart. her moan is audible. then, its just a bunch of clamouring. "ugh, fuck. bags using them next." "you, bitch? hell no, my stomach is killing me." and you're being passed around your friends underneath the table, nose between their legs in a completely unsexy manner as you huff their nasty, post mexican gas. just a bunch of lithe, jewellery clad hands shoving and manhandling you up their skirts. feet rubbing into your back and pushing you further up someone else's swampy ass as they gossip over the table, letting out the occasional grunt or breathy gasp as they pull their panties aside and push their gassy holes into your mouth. they’re your friends, aren’t they? be a sweet thing and show them how much you love them.

[fatfoxfan]

I never understood why the weight gain/ slob community is not more obsessed with femboys.

We are submissive failed men that sacrefice so much for the perfect feminine figure. We risk friendships, ridecule and have to be so dedicated to properly look the part.

But then you can come in. An extra snack here a nudge to finish my plate there. That was all fine.

Then you start getting me fast food, and finally you can see my body starting to expand the dresses get tighter and the crop tops get you a nice look at what you want.

The process edited food also makes me more gassy nothing much a burp or two after you basically forced me to stuff myself with fries and burgers. Enough to get me embarrassed though, even under my blush you can see my cheeks reddening and you tell me some nonsense about how burps are feminine in some places.

More time passes I get worse but you keep telling me it's fine. Most of what I eat now is fast food now and the crop tops are all that really fit me anymore. But even so they let my gut hang out free and my moobs stretch the unwashed food stained black fabric to the point where it is see through. You grin proudly at your work as this ever less feminine boy belches while pigging out in a Mexican restaurant. The gluttony you have instilled in me combined with the onslaught of gassy foods has its price.

A nasty bubbly fart escapes my massive behind. The skirt that already barely covered half of my ass flies upwards, revealing it in its massive glory to all the onlookers. I whimper, truly disgusted and ashamed of what I am turning into but, however my eyes dart on the few half eaten burritos on my huge plate, and I desperately cramm them into me as we are kicked out.

That is why we femboys should be slobs, you see our manners and figures that used to be our core identity. And then take all of that away from us so we have no choice but to be the fat wanna be feminine pigs that we always should have been

[soupy-hotel]

Most bloated and gassy you've been in public?

hmm.. well to start off, i dont really get bloated, which is a good thing! farts just come and i let them rip. as for the most gassy ive been in public, there was probably one time last semester when i had mexican food for breakfast and it hit me later in the day and i could not stop farting. i was more focused on keeping my farts quiet in the library instead of doing my homework.

[milabelly032]

How gassy do you get when you're stuffed?

It depends on what i eat. Mexican, diary and anything sweet usually makes me reeally gassy. Soda as well

[randylynn7699]

How much to make you really gassy on snap?

I’d say like 45 bucks. A little Mexican food makes the gas go a long way 🤭🤭🤭

[unonyx]

undered

thats weird. normally mexican food makes you gassy  (*cough* Patreon *cough*) * comm for slam! 

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[obese-overwatch]

I feel like if Sombra wanted to, if she crammed enough Mexican food into her stomach, she could unleash the one ass-blast that makes the entire multiverse smell like the inside of her ass

Also, I feel like Hana buttchugs oceans of lard daily, if not hourly, to retain her "biggest blob" status here

Sombra chuckled softly at their words, patting her enormous booty gently. "I'm big and gassy, but I don't think I'm quite *that* big and gassy yet. Symmetra would be closer to that than me, I admit that." The lazy hacker fatty mused.

"I uh...I don't know what you mean by buttchugs, but I definitely don't drink straight lard. That's gross! But I do eat tons of fattening food and drink every day." Hana replied.

[thespamman24]

DNI if you’re into anime, bully people who are into anime, are from Canada, don’t brush your teeth, brush your teeth more than twice a day, only brush your teeth once a day, ship Asushin, are a member of the Freemasons, have ever had a colonoscopy, understand how to build a radio circuitboard, have seen more than three Rocky movies, have seen more than 9 MCU films, have seen less than 4 Studio Ghibli films, have seen more than 2 DCEU films, have watched a quantity of Pixar films higher than 14 or lower than 8, have lived in Utah, aren’t registered to vote, live south of the 33rd parallel, have watched the LOTR extended editions, think that Aliens is better than Alien, have ever flied with United Airlines, are a fan of kid rocks music, can’t name more than 2 of Jupiters moons, have performed idolatry, have seen more than 1 episode of American Idol, have seen more than 3 episodes of Americas Got Talent, think that Simon Cowell is hot, think that British people are hot, un-ironically enjoy David Lynch’s Dune, believe in auteur theory,  listen to true crime podcasts, regularly use emojis, don’t understand what the point of the monkey scene in 2001 a Space Odyssey was, don’t like Mexican food because it “makes you too gassy”, stan Shinji, saw Venom 2: Rise of Carnage, think that Sans from Undertale is hot, have ever had a Beyonce song come up on your playlist and then skipped it, use vinyl records/CDs/VCRs/et cetera to listen to music because of “better fidelity”, complain about CGI in movies, haven’t seen David Mammots tour-de-force masterpiece “Amadeus”, haven’t listen to new wave Austrian artist Falcos masterpiece “Amadeus”, haven’t seen the Simpsons Season 7, Episode 19 masterpiece “Dr.Zauis”, are a member of the Italian mob, are a member of the Russian mom, can name more than 37 Pokémon, can not say the alphabet backwards, don’t understand taxonomical classifications, are un-vaccinated, ship Leo the boat and Theo the boat, are a romanticist, like Elon Musk, regurgitate talking points without truly understanding the ideology behind them, know what the word “otaku” means, have any strong feelings about caramel popcorn, have had an ad actually influence your opinion on a product, spend time in your bed during the daytime, use your phone in the nighttime, think that you could have done better than Napoleon in taking over Europe, skip to the ending of books before reading them, don’t know what your social security number is, have voted for a third party, haven’t seen a single Bollywood film, have seen more than 7 Bollywood films, don’t appreciate the discography of David Bowie, have lied on a government form, pissed your pants past the 4th grade, are mean, make gross noises when you eat, have laughed at a Family Guy joke before, don’t proof read your work, frequently use straw-man arguments, or know about the sand.

[katherine-ann1]

How to kill Homelander In 4 easy steps: 1. Have Jared Padalecki eat Mexican food and 7 bean salad so he's nice & gassy. 2. Pin Homelander down while wearing protection. 3. Tell Jared to squat over Homelander's suped-up nose and fart for all he's worth. 4. Plan funeral.

[cheonmayasudasayo]

The way people be judging and hating on (understood to be foreign more often than not) foods without acknowledging the context in which they're eating them is so wild. Like, sushi for instance. People will think sushi sucks because people be gassing it up as the hottest shit ever and a lot of people were convinces it was real fancy at one point when the only kind you can get that's fancy in the US is mad expensive and don't even taste as good as it would in Japan due to it being impossible to maintain fresh food without freezing it when being transported across the pacific ocean. Maybe other foods but not the ingredients of sushi and shit.

That and more significantly people will buy food from the most cheap, bootleg, "why the fuck would you buy that from there" places imaginable when it comes to "foreign" food and base their judgement on it entirely on that. "Mexican food make my stomach hurt and gassy" when nine times out of ten the only damn mexican food they ate was taco bell. "Sushi be messing my stomach up" when they be buying sushi at gas stations like clowns like there ain't memes about why you shouldn't be buying no damn sushi at a damn gas station. "Coleslaw is disgusting" when to be fair, any food you only ate at an underfunded US public school that has to be fridgerated properly is probably gonna try to kill you at some point.

People be mad racist about certain foods when they literally only had them at the most dickass places possible and I'm sick of absolutely bugging ass white people and by extension people in the US in general judging literally entire countries and continents based on their crappy bottom barrel struggle meals. I can only imagine judging all american food based on some shitty ass burger I ate at some fast food restaurant with underpaid employees that gave me food poisoning and concluded that soul food, fushion food, barbeque, and a bunch of other shit from the US was shit from that alone. It's literally the racism.

[fattestwriting]

Who and what corrupted Human Rarity to a life of slobdom? Was it the Mexican food the cafeteria was serving? (Weight: 500 pounds, Vore: No, Gassiness: realistic but still plenty loud and gross.)

It was no mystery around the halls of Canterlot Senior University what happened to Rarity, the once perfect and pristine prep turned total slob. In fact, she would gladly gloat about her transformation to anyone who would listen. Well, when she wasn't gobbling down pound after pound of food, which wasn't very often. Her decent began with humble beginnings, starting on your average day on campus. Little Miss Perfect had been going about her day normally, from fashion class to buisnese class all morning, until lunch finally came. She found herself famished, as she did most day, but today was slightly different. Where usually Rarity was very protective of what she ate, going as far as to bring her own food from home, she didn't have this luxury today. Not only had she forgotten her lunch thanks to an all-night sewing session, but she didn't have time to go off campus either, with her next class immediately after lunch. So, she had to face a terrible reality: she needed to... Eat the cafeteria food.

She was hesitant, unwilling to consume such drivel under any but the most dire of circumstance, which she unfortunately was faced with presently. She scanned over the room, noticing there was only a single line, and therefore only a single option for lunch. As her tummy gurgled, she hesitantly entered the line, grabbing a tray. Despite her best efforts, her lunch ended up as a pile of fatty, grease filled crap. A mound of yellow rice, sludgy looking refried beans, the most microwaved-looking chimichangas she could have even imagined, and- despite her protest- an entire section filled with sour cream. It wasn't much to your average student, but for Rarity, this was a banquet of vile filth that she had to choke down. However, her opinion changed rather fast as she took her first bite. Her eyes shot open, the ever present twinkle in them growing as the rice flew over her taste buds. She scoffed the rest of it down, followed by the rest of the tray of food. Her face was greasy, there was a small mess surrounding her, and her designer dress had been soiled by a large drop of sour cream, which she licked off. She was on cloud nine, until she looked around her. Every student was staring directly at her, some disgusted by the display of hedonism, others laughing at the perceived fall from grace, but whatever their reason, Rarity was acutely aware of the judgment. Well, she wasn't going to stand for that.

"Yea, lap it up guys! The gal who's done nothing but watch her weight and ace her classes for six grueling years at this filth filled college can indulge! If you really have a problem with that, maybe you need to reeval-"

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The wettest, squelchiest fart erupted from her ass, filling the room with her horrid stench almost immediately. Rarity's instinct was to cover her mouth, but she decided against it. This was a message, a message to not judge others for their life choices, one which started initially as a response to being laughed at, but would soon be one she believed in whole heartedly.

That night, her streak continued, with her ordering in for the first time since she was 10. She ordered 5 extra bean burritos, which wasn't much, but for her? It pushed her to her limits. Her stomach ached and her bowels roared, even as she released blow after blow of brown stink that would slowly fill her home and permanently permeate her designer clothes. She didn't know it, but she had broken entirely.

Come the next day, Rarity didn't even notice the dress she picked out was stained a light shade of brown, and when people would point and stare, she'd ignore them. She indulged in the cafeteria food once more, (today was extra cheesy, stupidly greasy pizza, of which she ordered a whole pie,) scarfing it down whole, but still somehow managing to cover her hands face and tits in grease. After a couple of days, she was tremendous. She couldn't fit into a single piece of clothing she had, and she was too lazy to make herself any more, so she just wrapped a stained sheet around herself and never changed- she never needed to since she never showered. It took a day for it to be soaked in sweat and grease, stained with the remnants of food long digested, and for there to be a clear brown stain where her farts made direct contact with the cloth. She never stopped going to school, mostly because it was an avenue to free food, and she kept her grades perfect as always, but she was a mess. She would fart and burp throughout lectures, tainting the entire hall with her stench, and she would never leave the house for anything else. And yet, despite it all, she was thriving, both personally and (with the invention of her XXXX+L line of designer clothes,) financially.

[webslingingslasher]

I’m sorry but beans belong at a bbq, or with a rice dish (I.e Mexican food), it is not a breakfast meal and you’ll be gassy from breakfast because of it—🧁

i agree 🫡

[narnialove52]

here’s a hefty watch!

https://youtu.be/1mo9UC6w0Bw

found on my YT recommendations and i had to sit down and watch this. very nice seeing dan after so long! thanks to the uploader Sai for sharing it :)

[creatiousclick]

Sly's really out here trying trigger us, isn't he?

[dizachsterarea]

Gassy is brilliant. I could watch his older videos for hours.