Ask Samantha Taylor
Just got back from Nashicon

It was awesome! My first time at a convention but I looooved it ^^

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I am the Angry Video Game Nerd.
Not sure how to feel about this. He’s awesome but still, so many ways to get killed.

cosplay-gamers:

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I am the Angry Video Game Nerd.

Not sure how to feel about this. He’s awesome but still, so many ways to get killed.

Reblog if you’re an OC, or OC friendly.
"I just so happen to find this place. Where am I?"

"Well, a far way from Alaska, I gotta say," she said, scratching her gut idly. "Was about to get lunch, wanna join me?"

"Same... Damn, I just wanna pack on the weight and be gassy~" She grinned, belly rumbling. Soon enough the door was knocked and the equine heaved her mass up and waddled over. After a few seconds, she waddled back in the room, followed by workers of the Mexican place, each one carrying a crate of a food and placing it around the gluttonous queens.

Samantha smiled and patted the couch. “Just start pilin’ it up here,” she said, winking at the workers and licking her chops at the sight of so much food.

karma giggled and once the thunderous belch fled Samantha's lips, the equine inhaled happily. She loved that. The taste of each belch Samantha gave. Maybe they had indulged into many belch kisses... nah!

The skunk smirked playfully, belly rumbling. “Aw, yeah, I can’t wait for that food…” she said, drooling a bit at the thought of stuffing her face.

Karma rolled her eyes and patted her belly idly. "Oh shut it, gas-bag!" She teased in return. "And I'll have you know it was thirteen omelettes~"

Samantha smiled. “So an omelette AND twelve, then, I didn’t miss it by much!” She licked her lips and belched thunderous. Imitating a Southern drawl, she continued, “Hoo-ee! Ah got sum baaaad gas, no wonder Ah’m a big ol’ polecat, huh?”

She peeled off her bra and stained panties and groaned as she used her hand to lift up her ass cheek and blast out a foul, bassy fart to join her lover's one. "Damn... Same here~"

Samantha laughed and winked. “Damn, lard-bucket, you REEK~,” she teased, not even caring that she probably smelled just as bad or possibly worse. She smirked gently at Karma. “I smell eggs, you have an omelette or twelve behind my back?”

The smaller fat girl entered their manor and sat on the opposing couch, it having some room for grow. She laid herself on it and sighed happily.

Samantha groaned and lifted up one leg slightly, letting a long, loud fart ooze out. “A-Aaaawwwwwww yeeeaaaaahhhh, that one was stuck up there for a while…” she taunted.

The big rump wobbled and jiggled from both motion and swat. However, after around 20 minutes, she waddled to the front of their new grand manor, large enough to fight two trucks through. or rather, in the future, two massive fatties. "Sammy? You around?" She belched out.

Samantha was sprawled out on an enormous couch, her immense bulk taking up almost the entirety of the couch. She gave an equally loud and obnoxious-sounding belch in response, calling out, “Right here!”