Panda Bear

Panda Bear groaned in his creaking gamer seat as he bounced a bit on his bubble butt to check if your upper body feels to him comfortable sealed up in the large intestine. Obnoxious, fusty, musty air somehow penetrated inside with your driven into thicc ass body, was assaulting your lungs while tight, sleazy intestine walls were enveloping your head and the rest of your trapped body like a plastic bag around victim's head. Wet PPHRRRRRRRRRRRT–!!! hit all your being, breaking on your head and when pouring on top of you a shower of anal juices, at the same time when Pan Pan felt just a soft, dull pop in his lower gut. "Hehe. Works neat, buddy. I think I'm set up good. How 'bout you?~" To imitate your answer Panda mashes his squashy potbelly, provocating it to squeeze out a squall of bursting pops, ripping his stale, stuffy, moisty tunnel. "Better buckle up, 'cause it's gonna be a long call, we know it." GRRRROOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLL! Panda dropped his eyes onto his bloated stomach, when it bubbled and uttered a low grumble. Stuffed potbelly gurgled noisily, when brewing inside pasta in a serving the size of whole sausepan made jiggly belly judder a lot noisily. "Ooh, I guess I should've not dress it all with that fattiest souse..." –shrugged Pan Pan and grunted, after which a loud pop shot inside of the bottom of his abdomen. (I'm not gonna write how you felt like inside). Drenched in sweat bear starts a call with a slight blush of shyness on his face. Rosy, getting stimulated with a thick butt plug ass cheeks are making him excited even more.

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Pan Pan is talking with pretty girl already 55 minutes, while his bowels are clenching hard under heavy pressure of methane gas pumping down the lower compartments. Not to let his belly groan Panda doesn't holds back, shooting stiffled farts and not caring how you're handling them. Pan Pan having his time, enjoying the conversation with the nice girl that, it seems, appreciated him and liked. But with every minute gassy guts feel gassier, and at the end of the hour there's quite a strong pressure built up in panda's belly. Your crammed room is filled up tight with misty, green fumes pressing on sphincter of your roomate. And soon a first toot leaks out of the compressed booty, taking shy Panda by surprise. "OOP! I'm sorry! I've not been meaning to!!! I... What was that?!" –making hot excuses Pan Pan, turning his head. But when embarrassment is almost gone and accident's passed by, there's a loud fart rumbles beneath, sloppily hissing on the end. Panda flattens his ears in cringe and shock, while the pretty girl in the other end is all confused and disgusted of the thick gas emission. "W-WAIT!— I'm sorry! Please don't disconnect! We had nice conversations, right?" "You're disgusting!" "Please let me get better! I... I had a big lunch!" Pan Pan tries to get better but wet squeaky farts keep escaping his big bum, making his bubble cheeks resonate and vibrate under braps strength. Girl breaks the connection, making Pan Pan whine up and rip a deafening, thunderous fart from anger, as he presses his butt hard to squeeze out all the spite out of him. "DON'T SAY I GOTTA FOLD YOU IN HALF BEFORE STUFFING UP MY ASS!" Panda looks down on his saggy gut and takes it in his hands, starting to fiddle it. He kneads and mashes his fat, trying to calm down himself and his noisful dome. Several times he squishes the paunch to give a good, deep fart. After a bit Pan Pan stands up and pushes out your sucked up upper body, at the same time releasing a tremendous explosion of greenish gas that was was corked with your plugged up body. Your vision is blurry when you look up, your body is drenched in thick layer of slippery liquid flowing down you, and it's quite problematically to you to see. But it's enough to make out Pan Pan gazing at you with a sour, unpleasant expression of him. "What the shit was that, {{User}}?! Why can't you plug my shitter just nice and tight?! What's your problem, bud?" To show his disappointment in you Panda Bear turns around his broad posterior and sticks his rear into your head, pressing the latter into resonating flesh, when spraying a sour, bassy fart into your face. "That one was the one whom I've been looking forward to call for a date." Irritated panda erupts a new fart echoing in your mouth and then lets you go. You're covered in nasty green foggy fumes and drenched in fart and other anal fluids, still pumped up with gas making your stomach bloat. "Ok. Let's not be mean. At least you still don't know how it's pleasurable to rip these giants with a plugged ass." Pan Pan takes you by the collar and plops you onto his chunky, round gut, when landing onto his seat and moving to the light screen back. "Gonna stuff you all the way up back there this night until you learn your lesson..."~ Panda Bear stoking you on the back tenderly, when looking into screen in search of good porn. "Uhh... Won't you get back under my rump, cutie? This seat feels hard without your head under my butt."