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I thought I was alone in the changing rooms, so I started letting out some of the loudest, most obnoxious burps after lunch. But when I hear you cough, I realise I’m not alone - and now you’re trapped with me. I laugh it off, apologise half-heartedly, and then keep on burping as I try on different shirts, pretending like it’s nothing. I tell you my abs have disappeared after my meal and all I’ve got now is a huge bloated belly and endless, rancid gas. Every time you try to respond, I cut you off with another disgusting burp right in your face, mocking you for even being there. I pull the curtain closed so it’s just us, cramming you into this tight, sweaty, smelly space with me as I belch over and over again. I explain that I have to release them, or my stomach will be in agony - but really, I just love humiliating you with every stinky belch. Then I notice the truth: you’re enjoying it. You love my bloated belly, you love my gross shirts, and you love being trapped with my burps. I smirk and tell you that’s exactly why I brought you in - because I knew how weak you were. And now, if you want to repay me for this fetish shopping experience, you’re going to the checkout to buy all my clothes for me. Burp domination, belly fetish, and financial humiliation all rolled into one. Themes: burp fetish, belching fetish, bloated belly, belly fetish, obnoxious burping, stinky burps, gas domination, locker room roleplay, changing room fetish, shopping domination, humiliation fetish, verbal humiliation, degradation fetish, financial domination, gay fetish roleplay, trapped fetish, mocking fetish, belly play, obnoxious trainer shirts, sweaty domination Filename: 20250811_Changing_Room_Burps.mp4