Nevermind, I found it!
This is from the old forum.
Abdominous
She thumped her belly with both hands. In reaction, it let out a long, rolling belch, its generous size transmuted into sound.
Brash
Glass after glass is drained, belch after belch bursts from her stomach. She will not be ignored.
Carnal
Belching, she can smell beef and grease. The scent makes her even hungrier.
Decadent
She spends freely, she eats magnificently, she belches royally.
Ebullient
Her burp was a joyful cry: Look at how alive I am, how full!
Fulsome
Round and quivering, she burps in reflex every time she is poked.
Guttural
She burps a short, deep exclamation point to emphasize her feelings on the matter.
Hiccuping
She is not used to wine. A glass too many and her stomach now leaps up in the middle of her words.
Imperious
The belch spoke of majesty. I am an empress, it said; I have consumed more than you can fathom.
Jocular
Mingled burps and giggles, one fueling the other.
Kinetic
Her burp was so thick, so solid, it could have knocked you over.
Luxuriant
She lay sprawled out, letting chocolate after chocolate melt on her tongue. She belched in a rich, velvety wave, her double chin creasing as her mouth opened to make her pleasure known.
Magnanimous
She is too generous not to share her satisfaction with her meal; it must be made known to others.
Naughty
She relishes the glares she receives whenever she cuts loose.
Oafish
She does not understand the strange looks that drift her way whenever she gives voice to her stomach.
Purring
Her burp was low and loving, a whisper of satisfaction.
Queasy
The rumbling burp spoke of too many meals eaten, too many mugs of beer consumed.
Resounding
A belch rolled across the landscape, her proclamation of fullness to all.
Suppressed
She rocked back and forth, body lurching every time she kept her gluttony to herself.
Tempestuous
Her stomach roiled in a storm. Each belch was a thunderclap.
Unabated
It stretched for what seemed like an eternity. She closed her eyes, losing herself in its power.
Voracious
She is utterly full, but every belch is an expression of how much more she has yet to devour.
Warm
A crackling fire, with an entire casserole resting in her stomach.
Xenial
As each course is cleared away, she belches her gratitude. It expresses what words cannot.
Yawning
She is fat, she is full, and she is sluggish. To mind her manners would take too much effort.
Zaftig
Well-fed and well-rounded, she has learned to put some extra sway into her walk every time she belches. The two feel connected, somehow.