Welcome back, babes. I’ve got something a l*ttle different planned tonight, and if you’ve followed me for a while, you know my *ss didn’t look like this yesterday. Something’s up. Something big. And before the night is over, you’re going to start seeing the pieces come together.

Ignore the gagged l*ttle background noise, would you? That’s just someone I’ve had ~ tucked away. My best friend, actually. Tied to a chair, nice and tight, just like I’ve always kept him. He’s the whole reason I became a gassy cam girl. Back in high school, someone spread a rumor that he was into girls farting. I mean, what kind of best friend wouldn’t start gassy cam shows out of pure, selfless support?

I’m all dolled up in something extra special just for you ~ a shiny red lace-up crop top, a tiny plaid schoolgirl skirt, satin-lace panties peeking underneath, and a matching fishnet set that wraps around my hips and thighs like it was made to hold this stink queen together. Belt, garters, thigh-highs: all one dirty, perfect l*ttle piece. My messy side-braid just adds to the tease. The angle I’ve selected for you ~ my fans ~ gives a full view as I bounce, burp, and sputter out thick, ripe puffs of *ss acoustics, working every bit of g*s out of my body.

These aren’t shy l*ttle whispers, either. They’re heavy, festering lingerers ~ thick with that warm, eggy bite that drifts up from below. My gut seems to argue with me with every step, but I don’t stop. I moan, talk to it, tease it, try to coax it out. The burps are loud and sour, rising from my chest with a that rot-wafting belly brew. Something potent is is stirring inside my stomach, and I want my fans savoring every second of it.

Between the stench and the show, I start to let you in on my not-so-l*ttle secret: The Spellbook and how it came into my possession when I was only 18 and still in highschool. It was a wild Halloween night, spent with a gorgeous football coach in a secluded cabin. We had the kind of s*x that can ruin people for anyone else ~ sweaty, athletic, absolutely unhinged. But right after we finished, he dropped. Heart attack. Woopsie!

I went looking for help but found something better: a real, aged, bound Spellbook, already filled with rituals. And inside, I found a ritual: a spell to grow women’s *sses and grant men a l*ttle ~ enhancement of their own.

But it came with rules. You needed three special ingredients: a sacrifice, someone the sacrifice loves, and someone the sacrifice hates. I've had two of those “ingredients” secured for years. My best friend ~ the one tied up offscreen ~ confessed he loved me back in high school, but I needed absolute certainty. So I waited patiently. I kept him close. I let it build.

Tonight, the last piece of the puzzle is finally in place. And if you’ve been paying attention, you’ve probably already guessed what’s coming next.

As I continue showing off the swollen, gurgling curves that have only gotten more intense, my backside keeps whispering threats of what’s to come. My bubbling burps are sour and damp, and my thickened booty keeps puffing out these slow, eggy air tulips that seem to worsen with each one.

I casually toy with my tied-up bestie, who is still gagged and squirming off-camera, and unaware that everything - our years of friendship, my flirty teasing, all of it - was just so I could use him as the spell’s centerpiece. During this time, I’ve **grown my following - and my rear - so I could now make the leap from gassy goddess to vore queen.

For the spell to permanently enhance my backside, I also needed someone he hated, which was easy enough - his high school bully. The same one who started the rumor about his fart kink in the first place. Conveniently, we kept in loose touch over the years, and when I sent him a proposition involving s*x and a magically enhanced p*nis? He leapt at the chance.

Now, I’ve got everything I need: the sacrifice (him), the one he loves (me, obviously), and someone he hates (his old bully, who’s happily on standby for a cemetery hookup).

I read a l*ttle “farewell” message aloud from his old bully - every word of his dripping with step-bro-energy. I interrupt the reading often to react to greasy toots - each carrying a heavy, meaty funk, lingering in the air like a warning. The message ends, and I toss my phone aside with a smirk. “Wasn’t that sweet?” I coo, my voice syrupy with mock affection. “

I realize we’re getting close to midnight. “I gotta get going if I’m gonna make it in time,” I say, but of course, there’s still a few more burps and booty sputters first, each one thick with the foul, fermented scent of earlier digestion. I announce that I’ll be doing another show at 3:00 AM - post-s*x, post-spell, post- everything . “It should all be permanent by then,” I beam. “And I’ll be a very happy lady.”

Pressing my hand onto the pages of the spell book, my eyes close, and just like that - I know how to do it. I open my mouth wide as my best friend seems to just start falling in. “Come on,” I coax softly. “Just get into my mouth.” With a gulp and a slurp, he’s gone. Just like that.

3:00 AM

I’m in a brand new spot - on the couch, looking very satisfied, legs crossed with what looks like a new skeleton pal beside me. My posture says it all: the deed is done. I giggle, waving to the camera. “Welcome back, boys.”

I pause and glance just off-camera, with a gasp escaping my lips. “You guys wouldn’t believe this, but there’s a ghost that looks exactly like my best friend standing right over there. Like, same place I had him tied up and everything.”

I grin, greeting the ghost, “Well, hello again,” and then gesture to the full-size skeleton propped up next to me. “This is you.” I pat the bones affectionately. “Or what’s left of you.” My tone is chipper as I explain. “After I evacuated your remains at the cemetery, I brought the bones home to wash them off in the shower. Now, I have a new Halloween decoration and Halloween in my favorite.”

I lazily stretch myself out across the couch and closer to my bony co-star. “You made a pretty big skeleton pile,” I purr to the bones beside me. “Yes. Yes, you did.” I play with the skull like it’s a prop from a twisted burlesque. “I even drilled a l*ttle h*le in the top,” I say, holding it out like a trophy and tapping a freshly drilled h*le on the dome.

A series of loud cha-ch*ng sounds interrupts me. My eyes light up. “What’s that?” I glance toward the screen. “You want me to give the skeleton a lap dance?” I pause with a sly grin, playing coy until the sound of money erupts from my screen. Cha-ch*ng! Cha-ch*ng! “Okay, okay, fine. You’ve convinced me.”

I saunter upright, arching my back and straddling the bones. “Hello, Mr. Skeleton. Mr. Ex-bestie.” My voice drips with amused mockery, and my hips move in a teasing rhythm, cheeks jiggling with each calculated bump. “Cemetery hookup, butt magic, spell completion - it’s been quite the night.”- I smack and jiggle my backside - “I mean, look at this big ol’ juicy thing I got right here.”

My lips curl into a wicked grin as I wave an invisible fart in the skeleton’s direction. “Can your ghost smell this through your bones?” Tilting my head, I giggle. “Yeah, you can smell it.” Speaking of which. A deep churn rolls through my belly and I brace myself against the couch. A thick, humid cloud ripples out with authority - Pfffffffthhhttt. . I gasp, fanning behind me. “That one was personal. Like a spicy l*ttle thank-you letter.”

A bubble of pressure stirs my gut like a witch’s brew. I know that feeling. Yep - there’s one definitely brewing. I reposition myself, butt in the air, gently jiggling my cheeks, and giving my butt a few slaps to help coax it loose.

Brrraaahhhhp.

“Oooh, that’s so bad.” I fan behind me with one hand. “It’s like someone microwaved evil.”

I shift a l*ttle closer to the camera and my bestie’s ghost, voice low and vibrating. “Your bully dared me to record the whole evacuation and send it out to everyone you ever cared about. And I never turn down a dare.” A loud whoosher sneaks out mid-sentence - Pffrrrrrrrbt - and I wiggle with satisfaction. “Ohhh, that was one of those drive-by types. Not even a warning knock.”

Still half-bent over, I murmur to the ghost, “It’s time. Let’s read some reactions.”

I reach for the nearby phone - his phone - and scroll dramatically. “Hmm, where should I start?” I hum, eyes flicking across the screen. I clear my throat with exaggeration and begin reading in a breathless voice. “ What is this? Wait, is that him? How could you do something like this to him and then send it to me? Why?! ” I pause for effect, glancing sideways.

A quiet hiss bubbles out from beneath me, almost like a punctuation mark. I smirk, extra satisfied.

I scroll again, fingers tapping lazily. “ You’re a monster! ” Another smirk. “You’re welcome.”

Another message. I read it with a sing-song lilt. “ I always suspected you were no good. And you just proved it. Don’t ever message me again. I’m blocking you, you heartless c*nt! ” I pause, eyebrows raised, “Someone was feeling spicy.”

I shift my weight, jiggling my hips for emphasis as another gassy gust slips out.

I tap a few more times, scrolling through the replies. “ WTF? Why did you send me this? ” I mimic the tone of a panicked step-bro. “ You freakin’ backstabbing b*tch! Oof. Real original.” - I roll my eyes dramatically.

Then one final gem: “ What a terrible thing to do to somebody. ” I give a mock-solemn nod. “Yeah, totally. Awful. Tragic.”

With a self-important sigh, I sink sideways onto the couch, snuggling in close to the skeleton. I guide its stiff hand to rest gently on the swell of my *ss like a silent endorsement of everything I’ve done.

A slow, lingering burble creeps up from my belly and exits somewhere between a burp and a grunt. I rub my belly. “This feels right.”

With the skeleton’s bony hand resting on my behind like it belongs there, I dig into the last couple of reaction messages I got from my old "bestie's" social circle - each full of shock and disgust. But I’ve got a surprise for you , my fans. You’ve been watching me all night, and now? You get the video too.

I send it to the chat directly from my phone. The floodgates open. Your reactions are gold, with emoji storms, puns, and steamy sass. Some of you can’t believe how much came out of me, while others cr*ck amusing one-liners. And I’m basking in it, with g*s still escaping in waves from both ends - wafting, rippling, slipping out - while I pose seductively beside my spooky new roommate.

Between the steamers and stinkers, I glance at the skeleton - then up, as if sensing the ghost watching. He helped me make this cam show legendary and he technically gave me this body. I think he deserves a reward. So, I grab the spellbook and read the passage I think will send his spirit to heaven. A thank-you, really. For everything.

My smug delight stutters as I realize I read the wrong side, and that I actually just sent his soul to eternal t*rment in hell. Oopsie. I try to rationalize it, but the truth is that he was always a bit too gullible. He should’ve known better. You don’t stick around me for years, without receiving any reciprocation on your obvious crush, and then expect mercy when you finally get swallowed whole. That’s just bad planning.

I know you - my fans - want more of it, and I’ve realized I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.

I admit that I want to keep eating men and I’ve clearly got the appetite for it. And I want to do it right here, with my fans watching. The moment I say this, my screen explodes with the sounds of tips and emojis. Yeah. You're more than on board.

As a final treat, I lift my butt once more into the air, face it your direction as I bend over c*mpletely, and give a farewell that’s far from silent. These steamy stingers and booming back-end burners just won’t stop. I jiggle, wiggle, arch and moan.

My intent was to give you one final goodbye , but my belly has other plans. What starts as a farewell turns into several minutes of gut gurgles, cheek flappers, deep burps, and unapologetic g*s leaks. In every angle and pose, my body’s working overtime to deliver the most absurdly drawn-out exit imaginable.

It’s loud. It’s long. It’s legendary.

When I finally manage to finish this “proper” goodbye, I bl*w the camera a kiss, and then a burp. The next time I plan to be snacking on some guy - messy, magical, and absolutely unhinged - I promise my fans to stream it live.

Make sure you tune in next time!

This Video Is Part Of A 5-DAY Release

1) 4 days ago, I released the 1st part.

2) 3 days ago, I released the 2nd part.

3) 2 days ago, I released the 3rd part.

4) Yesterday, I released the 4th part.

5) TODAY , I am releasing WHOLE VIDEO , and it has been discounted for your patience.

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