>>22429342Burps are cutelewed, flatulence and pants-shidding I can't get behind.
I'm still sore Yocci muted herself belching in one of her last streams and wasn't alone in that. I think I have a good idea for how She may re-compensate however . . . By using this as a basis for an ASMR script:
>>Then as you stare up at her wondering what she's going to do, she leans in and you see her concentrate, closing her eyes for an instant. You feel something in her stomach shift and with the strange, thick sound of evacuating gas over her magnificent vocal cords that give her such a sweet voice and allow her to sing with such tenderness: Comes an exhalation of warm, moist air laced with a hint of half-digested Sour-Kraut and her own internal scent . . . You balk even as the vapors waft in your orifices but your basic biological imperative out-paces your surface reaction of disgust. Sinking deep in the pit of your own stomach as though some of Yocci's alleviated digestive discomfort has transferred into you and needs to be released.The saucy Red Oni chuckles at your flummoxed expression:
>>"Oh! excuse me Anon! That was a really big borp wasn't it? Are you breathless now?>>Oop! Hold on!"Yocci tilts her head back slightly and then leans her face back towards yours in fluid motion. A gloriously healthy, deep, long, Multi-Syllable
>>"Bruuuhuhhhppp-uckllluck-Ahhh!"Heralding It's onrushing into your own airway. The scent of sour Cabbage and hints of Cinnamon is simultaneously repulsive and exquisite. You don't want to to admit what it really makes you feel. It's too embarrassing and given Yocci's triumphant smile, she knows exactly what she is doing.
>>"What the Fuck Yocci! Stop! This is weird!"You flail your head and struggle but her strength is unreal and truly terrifying. Like being pinned in a collapsed house . . . Only It's a lithe and wonderfully feminine body weighing you down with this kind of force. Everything about this strikes you as unnatural but underneath that . . . Something in you doesn't care and embraces the sensations. . .
Yocci laughs at you again and lets another lift up from deep in the core of her, close to her Warm Heart and Fertile Womb. This one is quicker but what it lacks in volume, it makes up for in potency and the double-fermented food-stuff in this case holds something almost like cheesy veggies. There is always her scent under it though and that's what really gets you feeling funny and makes you want to get away and yet . . . and yet . . .
>>"Yocci Please . . . Stop!"Your hesitation and the waver in your voice is humiliating.
>>"Are you going to keep making memes and art of me riding Red-Rocket Anon?">>"That wasn't me!">>"Really? It wasn't? Oh well, too bad."She belches in your face once more.
>>"Ahhhhh! Hah! No! Why are you like this? You muted your stream last time you burped live!">>"Yeah, I have some class Anon, would I just allow myself to burp freely on line when I know the effect it has on People? It'd be like doing porn for me."She watches as you grow thoughtful and you struggle again as she does a quick one that she holds back before dropping her head down to blow this one right into your nostrils.
Your cry in response to it hitting your frontal-lobe is the sound of a breaking will.
