azure/chief dota slob/gas/butthole/wg

chief s.: well you were right man
chief s.: I looked up enchantress and thoroughly found myself a bit of fart porn and yeah
chief s.: thanks then
azureangelic: i played her in random pick and the whole time i was just thinking about her farting everywhere
azureangelic: so you're welcome
chief s.: leaving a noxious haze where she goes
chief s.: cute, thanks
azureangelic: probably gorging herself on exotic woodland berries so her unrestrained flatulence brings with it the musk of the forests she strives to protect

chief s.: so it just billows out her ass in fetid blasts of pure reek that she herself finds comforting and sweet smelling too but to everyone else its just a pure concoction of vile fumes unloading from that putrid backside that wrinkles noses and even knocks some heroes out

azureangelic: to say nothing of when she starts dabbling in the more arcane and unexplored vegetation thats probably frequent in such battles
azureangelic: woe betide the combatants who end up going against an enchantress who starts the game with 24 tangos, spends them all on trees immediately and lets her tight, swollen, churning bellyful of mystically-charged slop and digesting vegetable matter support her partner by venting a nonstop billowing stream of thick, dense, putridly caustic fog from her messily and noisily spluttering backside and sproinking about to shake up her already-volatile tummy and cause the melting pot of muck inside ferment and bubble away with enough potency to flood the lane with her homebrewed aura of concentrated stink

chief s.: unable to stop it even if she tried, her asshole so gaping and stretched by now she probably couldn't even clench it shut even if she tried, as moans are ushered past her lips at the mind numbing feeling of that concentrated dense magick-enhanced gas out her rear at such speed and force that were any teammate in earshot they would hear what would sound like a jet breaking the soundbarrier as her gargantuan wet flatulence spews out her rump like a broken fire hydrant, not only knocking back any enemy or attack unfortunate enough to be around her hindquarter region all the way across the map to their own nexus, but also leaving them utterly marked by her vile odor in such a way that they themselves reek of her putrid fumes, but suffer a stat penalty as insult to injury

azureangelic: her teammates probably arent too happy to share their base with her, but even as they watch from a distance they cant help but recoil in horror as she spends all her gold on more and more consumables to chug, stuff and guzzle down, adding more and more incompatible flavors and smells to the hot, roiling depths of her bloated belly and practically waddling back towards her lane with a sloshing heave and a low, gaseous grumble throughout her body in time with the wet release of more and more hot, heavy gas from her enormously inflated exit, once-tiny hole swollen and strained from the amount of wind erupting from it and forming a thick, dense fog behind the gurgling tanker of a taur with every wobbly step and moaning, gurgling grunt and squeeze the clearly-aroused young lady gave

chief s.: sweat and drool dripping down her chest as she staggers to keep up the gaseous offensive, moaning a bit and gurgling down more and more potions and edibles to stuff down her gullet and send down to her churning gut currently working at overdrive to process all the gassy, fatty, virile slop brimming and bubbling in her tummy as numerous burps user past her lips while raising her tail and adding to the already visible stench in the air coating the midlane in such a way that anything that goes in there besides her, be it creeps or enemy players, would suffer in one of the worst ways possible, of course it hardly phases her, seeing as how she keeps up the putrid act and continues to add to the fog of flatus spread about her domain, her swollen, bulging anus sputtering out the feitd blasts one after enother while her body begins to become affected from her sudden engorgment as well in the form of thick, plush flab starting to make itself visible on her underbelly and waist..

azureangelic: pausing to catch her breath and panting for air when her usual bouncing gait becomes downright impossible thanks to both the huge, tight, gurgling mass of heavy stomach weighing her down and the layers of thick vitality-enhanced fat forming on her body, her thick, sweaty loins jiggling and quaking with every colossal fart that forces itself out of her overpacked bowels thanks to her stomach refusing to slow down its desperate gaseous breakdown of its contents, leaning forward and lolling her tongue out as she heaved and groaned momentarily before belching up a thick, wet, noxiously billowing cloud of concentrated stomach fumes, the haze flowing out of her messy maw amidst a spray of potiony, juicy spittle and choking the creep wave in front of her while her own minions were subjected to the brunt of a damp, rank outburst of gas courtesy of her ass, the wet matted fur of her lower half shuddering and quaking from the sheer force of the cannonfire farting she made no attempt to quell as she raised her thick, wobbling ass and groaned orgasmically from the sensations coursing through her puffy exit and her strained body from the thick, heavy fog flowing from her gaping hole like a putrid, toxic fog machine

chief s.: with slow deliberate movements she staggers and stumbles to go purchase even more consumables, her massively plump, protruding asshole so large and thick by now thanks to her arcane enhanced gas that it even pushes her tail up due to the huge anal ring of flesh and looks to be as soft as a massive, chocolate-stained marshmallow the side of an inner tube, yet even with such a huge butthole she can hardly even control it at this point, the flow and torrent of rich,dense gas filling out her colon and bowels in such a way that it almost leaves her butthole perpetually open and gaping as gas is squeezed and sputtered out in noxious droves even when she heads back to base, her gut shaking and jiggling all the way like a bowl full of jello as she pants and moans incredibly loud, her top stretched and almost ripping off of her busty, fat sweaty tits while her huge amount of plush chub leaves a trail of sweat and stink wherever she goes as a incredibly pungent mix of reeking body odor and rancid ass fumes.
chief s.: a grinning, almost dumbfounded look appearing on her face in between moaning and groaning at every time the notification comes up that she has defeated one of the enemies brave yet stupid enough to venture into her hazy, foggy assgass

azureangelic: by the time she hauls herself back to base she's a complete and utter mess, swaying fat dripping odious sweat with every step, pungent body odor seeping out of her rolls and crevices and nearly knocking over any nearby sapient creatures when she exposes the undersides of her thick pillowy arms or breasts, the combined weight of her tight bellyful of noxious consumables and the thick blubber encapsulating it casuing her underside to sway and slosh beneath her belatedly and her colossal fleshy donut of an asshole glistening with sweat and fluid forced from her gurgling, creaking, squelching body with every enormous blast of hot rancid air released from either end of the gassy doe, the flabby belly of her human half squelching against the countertop of the shopkeeper's stall and coating it in sweat and grime as she deeply belches out a demand for whatever's left in stock, the lingering fog coating her lane enough to rack up almost constant minion kills and lining her sweaty pockets of fat with enough gold to carry her entire team were she not blowing it all on more and more and more unidentifiable liquids and shimmering potions and magically-charged nearly-inedible plants that she greedily stuffed into her multi-chinned round sweat-slick face and barely managed to keep down with the constant brassy burps coursing up her gelatinous torso and shaking her up even more; by the time she finished her gorging she was so stuffed full, so absolutely packed to the brim with gas and sludgy ex-food that her belly hovered mere inches from the dirt beneath her when she stood and forced her into an awkward gait that only caused her thick, pungent legs to bump and jostle her tummy and spur the colossal furry orb into creating more and more vile flatulence, gasping and moaning as her bottom practically burned with energy and heat as she casually cleared a grove of trees with one earthshaking fart and lethargically giggling happily to herself at the way her hooves were almost conceale dby the low, dense fog she was slowly but surely filling the map with courtsey of her unbearable rancid-smelling ass

chief s.: it begins slowly at first, barely noticable, but her dense, compact gas begins to spread out of the quarentine zone that is the midlane into other lanes and even perforating the air around the neutral creeps, on both sides of the map, the heroes suddenly stopping and noticing the almost translucent, purple film covering up the air as a wall of noxious stink descends upon them, all the while she stands on the verge of immobility at the center lane, snacking a bit on the last of her consumables and letting silky potions dribble down her plump, sagging tits and her decadantly protruding belly that looks to be filled with more drink and food than anyone else had ever purchased from the hapless shopkeeper having to attend to such a filthy, flabby, and absolutely gravid player as her.

chief s.: she's absolutely enthralled by it though, her every so squeezable, soft grimy body looking absolutely stuffed to the brim with gas and sluicing meal inside her dual stomachs that usher up blasts of reeking belches that erupt past her luscious lips with erupting, boisterous wet sounds that are but a mere extent of her gurgling and gushing stomach sending pockets of hot fetid odor flowing out her rear in such a way that wherever she goes now, there's just a stream of awful gas leaking out her flabby asshole and making it shake and shudder with every rancid squeeze of her anus as she gropes her exposed, fat breasts and prod her fingers against her now inverted, puffy nipples to only further add to the haze of lust clouding her mind that pushes her to continue adding to the unbroken chain of anal gas jetisonning out her asshole, the anal stimulation from just farting now being so overwhelming that she absolutely has to have more, no matter how large her backside gets or how chubby her body is getting to the point where just eating a normal meal for her would render her with a turgid stomach that hangs so low that it presses up against the ground and leaves her almost dragging that belly against the ground as her thick legs push and kick at the earth

chief s.: no longer the spry, nimble hero she once was, she burps and gropes at her breasts as her backside simultaneously spews out her reek as well, becoming essentially a complete gas factory as her manhole-sized asshole vents steaming gas and vapors that blow back trees and chunks of earth behind her and leaving practical craters to where her backside has been pointed at and fired, her front not at all any better, as she cranes her head back and ushers the hot, foul burps into the air with the intention of adding to the already delbilitating fog filling the map with her gaseous, noxious embrace

chief s.: every part of her adorned with thick padding too, so plush and soft, from her thick legs to her flabby arms, the weighty, having flab being especially oversensitve to the point that just by groping her mammaries alone and ripping spontaneous bouts of her own natural perfume out her ass alone has her on the edge of orgasming again and again, her puffy pussy lips actually being covered by her donut anus as a result of her leviathan sized meal, working as a bonus too as with each blast of flatus, her anus shakes and quivers as its pressed right up against her cunt in the process, acting as her own fleshy vibrator and only spurring her on to keep up the chain of self induced orgasms

chief s.: (too much?)
azureangelic: oh no sorry i got dragged off to deal with birds
azureangelic: its weird actually im not used to being the one who writes less :V
chief s.: oh sorry, ill dial it back a bit then
azureangelic: no im not complaining lol