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Luten led Misha back towards the Dining Hall, and back through the Labyrinth made inside it. Luten navigated it as if there was nothing in front of him at all as Misha followed as quickly as he could. A lewd CLAP CLAP CLAP of his butt smacking against itself and his thighs could be heard as Misha speed waddled behind Luten. Misha could hear laughter coming from another part of the Labyrinth, most likely the other two Apostles they had met but never introduced themselves to… Misha felt bad for being so rude… but right now he just wanted to regroup with Quinn and make sure she wasn’t too angry!
A few moments later, Luten turned the corner of the Labyrinth towards their original dining area. Misha could already hear Quinn’s burps as he covered his ears… his dick starting to get excited once again…
Finally, they turned the final corner, and Misha and Quinn saw each other once again. Misha gasped adorably, his hands shooting to his mouth, and his dick shooting straight up and tenting his dress… Quinn was… huge.
“Uuggh… Mishee the fuck took you so loooong!? Mmmff… UUUUURRRRAAARRRLLLPPP! Uggh… Hooo… Gods… you’re slower than the Turtle! ” Quinn groaned, scowling a bit as Misha “Eep!”ed once again and hurriedly covered his erection. Quinn was huffing, her seat back against the wall, her stomach an engorged and gurgling blob of a belly, sitting heavy on her lap and against the table, having been freshly wiped by Tray as Quinn hiccupped and belched again. Quinn’s hoodie was gone, tossed to the floor as she was now just in a large black bra currently bulging with her breasts each larger than her head. Even the bra was covered in sauce and food…
“Mmff… come here, Babe. I nggh BBRROOUUAAARRRRP! FUCK! Oohh T you bastard… Haah… that last steak was… unfair!” Quinn groaned as Tray bowed, a light smile on his face, it seemed they’d had a competition or something while Misha was gone.
“Q-Quiiiin! Look at you! How much did you eat!?” Misha panicked as he rushed over to his girlfriend, her stomach churned and gurgled loudly as it pushed against the table, her belly button looked like a sunken cavern, stretched thin and dangerously close to popping out. Her stomach must have been five feet across! Which while puny compared to higher-tier Apostles, was almost Quinn’s maximum size for her gluttonous binges!
“I’m fine Babe. I nnggh… saved plenty of room for you~” Quinn groaned as she rubbed her bubbling boulder, licking her lips as she looked at Misha’s boner. Her icon of gluttony gave a low groan as Quinn’s cheeks bulged again, her eyes crossing a tiny bit as Misha whined.
EEEEEEEEUUUUUURRRAAAAAARRRRRROOOOLLLPPPP!
Quinn clutched her quaking gut as a plume of sparkling, rain-like silver shot out of her mouth and filled the dining chamber, the smell of Petrichor filled the air as Misha’s dick throbbed listening to his girlfriend belch like that right next to him. Quinn’s burp dragged on for several seconds that felt like a lifetime to the poor bunny boy as Quinn huffed, sweating from all the rapid digestion of a fifty… sixty… seventy? She’d lost count how many pounds of steak inside her… having just given up asking for soup or anything else as she got more and more bored waiting for her boyfriend to come back, Quinn had devolved into just barking at Tray to fetch more Jungle Creeper Steak, and Tray obediently ran out and grabbed more, and more, and more… and more… until Quinn became the wolf expecting food quintuplets that she was right now.
Quinn leaned back in her chair with a grunt as her gut gave a loud and raunch GALUNK as it settled back on her legs, rising higher than her breasts as it still smooshed against the table. “Hnngg… hold on… fuck… one… second!” Quinn growled as she spread her legs and stretched, using her Apostle strength as the heavy stone table began to tilt into the air, Quinn was trying to be gentle as she fought against her stomach and not wanting to shatter the heavy ass table. If Moving Stone floated, how was it so damn heavy!? Quinn grunted as she pushed on the table that must have weighed over 500 pounds without food on it, until her stomach suddenly came free and slammed to the ground with a heavy, and meaty, plop as Quinn dropped the table on her gut. The table rested a few inches high as Quinn’s hands shot to her mouth, her cheeks bulging even more as she’d accidentally compressed her gut far more than it would tolerate.
UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!-UUUURRRRRRP!
Quinn’s stomach churned angrily as the weight of the table forced a massive belch out of her, echoing in the small chamber as her colorless belch filled the room and began to block everyone’s sight. Misha whined as his dick throbbed again and again in excitement, wanting to plug Quinn’s throat up, or fill her ass or pussy while she belched again and again. Misha was helpless as Quinn’s belch rumbled on for over twenty seconds before ending, only for a short six-second burp to throttle her lips almost immediately after. Finally, Quinn sucked in a breath as her tits jiggled as air, and burp, filled her burning lungs.
“Huuaaah! OWW! That fucking hurt!” Quinn yelped as she panted and the room slowly cleared, Tray and Luten both looked rather unphased, though they did get worried when Quinn said that it hurt… However… Quinn’s eyes were drawn first and foremost to Misha, whimpering with his eyes shut as his dick looked ready to explode, twitching over and over.
“Oohhh~! Mishee, it’s been a bit since I’ve burped like that huh? Riled you right up~. If I burped like that again you might just blow your-“
“Quuiiiiin stooooop!” Misha cried as Quinn giggled, watching tears flow down her boyfriend’s face once more as he looked so pretty and lewd~.
“Okay, okaaaay~. So, Babe, how was your bathroom trip? You were gone so long I half expected an earthquake any second. Buuut seeing as that didn’t happen, and how hard you still are, I’m assuming you didn’t blow some loads to a picture of my face on your Crysadeck?” Quinn asked, trying to look like a proper teasing girlfriend as she rested an elbow on the table… that was tilted at an angle due to her stomach colliding with the floor earlier…
“B-Blow a- that’s disgusting! I- I would never! I don’t even have pictures like that of youuuu!” Misha whined as he stood there like a picture of lewd innocence, the kind that could charm someone without ever even trying, the kind kingdoms can and did go to war over. Quinn’s eyes widened a little bit before she grinned ear to ear.
“You’re such a kind boyfriend, Mishee~ You really don’t have a siiiingle lewd photo of UUURRRRRP me on your Deck? I think I’ve got an uugh UUUURRRP! entire album of just your butt~. Oof… nng-OOORRRRPPPP! “ Quinn groaned as her squished gut was really forcing the gas out of her a lot… Though it was kinda worth it to see Misha squeak and his dick twitch every single time, even if her belches were so ‘tiny’.
“You do!?” Misha squealed as he got closer to Quinn, her belly gurgling like a sleeping beast as it digested under the pressure of the heavy Table. Quinn grinned… would it be better to lie to him and say no, or say yes? No, honesty was their policy moving forward after all.
“Yep! Got several albums of you Mishee, even shared em to your weird Goddess!” Quinn spoke proudly as Misha’s face paled. Several!? At the mention of ‘weird Goddess’ Luten and Tray did seem a tiiiny bit stirred, not liking the blasphemy, though both of them knew the Apostle was just joking in her own way. Misha however, still reacted.
“Nnnnooooo! Quuiiiiinn! And-And Irahei’s not weiiird! She is… she is…” Misha tried to come to the defense of his Goddess… but in all honesty, Irahei was very eccentric. Mischievous, Motherly, Malevolent, Graceful, Chaotic… all of those fit her on any given day. She wasn’t known as the Archon of Growth and Decay, Medicine and Poison, Harvest and Rot, and other things without reason after all… and while she absolutely loved all her Apostles like a Mother, she was quite adamant about such random things and had such a temper if she was told no… such as Misha wanting to wear Men’s clothes… Though it was also thanks to Irahei that Misha’s Divine Sisters were able to get away with so much, he knew Cynthia exploded even more than Quinn did and yet Irahei loved it and laughed it away as she revived Cynthia over and over, and even encouraged her explosive outings with her Partner Latenna! Misha had wanted to meet Latenna before, he’d never seen the Icon of War as she hadn’t appeared at the first Aurcorrom Gigante…
“Wait. What pics did you send her!?” Misha stopped thinking as he processed that. His face blazing as Quinn had just admitted to having pictures of his butt and more! Had she sent pictures of his butt to Irahei!?
“Ooohh I sent her everything! She loved UUURRLLRRRP! seeing you in a bikini and we argued about whether you looked cuter in a one-piece or a thin strap. Can you UUAAAUURRRP! ughh, believe she said one piece!? I called her crazy and she threatened to smite me before laughing! We both agreed though that that red dress-“ As Quinn kept burping and chatting, Misha’s eyes began to swirl as he looked at Tray and Luten and realized they were hearing not only one of his worst secrets, but that the Archon Irahei was a pervert for his huge butt! Misha, in a fit of panic, grabbed Quinn’s arm with both hands and began crying incomprehensibly as Quinn stopped, looking at her boyfriend cry like a rabid rabbit as he spoke frenzied embarrassed gibberish for a minute until Quinn began laughing so hard she belched again and Misha finally blinked back to his senses.
“Nnggh… that was mean.” Misha whimpered a few minutes later as he’d calmed down and was seated in the extra-large chair again. Quinn nuzzled her head against his before she grabbed him, careful to keep his head free from her sauce-stained tits as she knew he hated messes.
“Awwww I’m sorry Mishee~ I love you.” Quinn spoke softly as Misha’s face blazed. It had only been two months since Quinn had said she loved him… and every time she said it, it made his heart flutter so much he practically forgot about everything else.
“I-I lo-love you too.” Misha stuttered out his feelings as Quinn smiled.
“All right, babe. So, hold on. You two! Cover your ears for a minute!” Quinn barked suddenly as Luten nodded immediately and gently placed a hand over his inner ear, his long Elf ear tips still hanging out quite a bit, and Tray jumped up in shock for a second before nodding like Luten and putting two fingers in his ears. “See, all clear. Now Misha, seriously. Did you unload or anything?” Quinn asked as Misha’s lovestruck smile faded into sheepishness once more.
“No… I couldn’t… It was awful!” Misha huffed as Quinn listened intently… even though she did belch over him at the end. Quinn gave a wolfish grin as her seriousness ended as quickly as it began.
“So that means I was right, yoouuu can’t let it rip without meeee, huh?” Quinn teased as Misha recoiled and began to shake his head to save his fragile dignity. (Well, laxatives will do the trick but then we’d all drown!) Quinn thought as Misha continued shaking his head like a broken bobblehead. “Ah ahh, no lying remember? You tried to shit and nothing came out, annnnd since my boyfriend is sooo smart~ You probably thought if you jacked off it’d unclog those boulders in you, but ya couldn’t~ That’s why you took so long!” Quinn exclaimed, rubbing her stomach under the table as it gurgled, but she’d been strangely belch-less for a minute.
Misha clutched his head and almost slammed it into the table, though with his strength that would have sent him clean through the table. “Noooooo! I just…. Nnnnooooo!” Misha cried as Quinn knew she had him dead to rights. He was lying, he’d totally tried and failed to jerk off to her and unclog his bloated bunny bowels~!
“Hahahaha! Ohhh, Babe you are sooo cute! Here, a reward.” Quinn grinned as she grabbed her stomach under the table, shaking it as her steak-filled boulder gurgled angrily, whining in protest as Quinn grit her teeth to ignore the cramps and felt the gas bubbles burst one after the other. Quinn winced as she grabbed Misha by the shoulders and made him look eye-to-eye with her.
“Q-Quinn? Wait… please stop!” Misha cried, knowing exactly what she was about to do as Quinn’s wince got worse, one eye shut as her throat bulged and her silver-sunset ears hung low.
BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPPPP!
Quinn’s longest and most powerful belch, aimed directly at Misha’s face as Misha gave a shrill squeal of horror only to get drowned out by the silver fumes. Tray and Luten both looked on in shock as Misha disappeared in a column of gas. Misha’s hair, ears, and tail were buffeted by Quinn’s belch as cool rain-like gas practically splashed Misha in the face and kept hitting him as he had no choice but to breathe it in and fill his lungs with his girlfriend’s belch. Seconds ticked by as Quinn’s shaken-up belly just kept pouring gas up her throat and out her mouth like a soda bottle spraying fizz as Misha’s dick twitched over and over and Misha tried not to breathe as the humiliation and disgust of being burped on was being overridden by his body. Misha’s heart fluttered even more as his tail flapped in the wind of Quinn’s echoing throaty gas-howl as Quinn wagged her tail, her eyes rolling up in her head a bit as it felt sooo good burping so hard, especially on her horny little boyfriend!
And despite how much Misha’s brain screamed that he hated every second of this… his dick not only instantly shot up to full mast, but it kept throbbing again and again before Misha whimpered, feeling a surge of pressure in his groin… the hints of an orgasm… Misha clenched his fists and tried to turn off his brain as his dick lavished in the wind from his girlfriend’s lips, she was going to burp him into orgasming! He was gonna cum from a burp like-like-like some kind of super degenerate!!! Misha huffed and took a deep breath as he grit his teeth, his balls sloshing excitedly as Quinn’s burp threatened to make him blow his load and flood the entire Dining Hall with eight days of Icon spunk. But finally, mercifully, Quinn’s belch ended after a minute as she gasped for breath and cough-laughed.
“Ooooh~ HahahaHack ffoooo-hoooo that was… fuuck I thought I’d pass out! How the hell do some of those chicks burp so fucking long!?” Quinn panted as her voice was the only sound in the room as her gas slowly vented out, leaving her to watch her boyfriend’s silhouette as Misha reappeared from the rain-like fog.
Quinn watched in amazement as Misha hadn’t blown from that! But he seemed pretty damn close~. His dick was trembling like a soda bottle with mentos shoved inside, a fresh dollop of golden precum having spurted from the tip as Quinn could practically see the herculean effort Misha was going through to keep his dick from erupting, his tail barely moved, his hand’s were clenched into fists, his eyes were shut so tight even his adorable nose had wrinkled! She knew if she so much as poked his dick, his cork would pop. Misha’s dick pulsed once… then a second time as Quinn’s eyes widened in excitement. Misha still hadn’t breathed in almost a minute as his heart thumped a thousand beats a minute, his dick pounding as much as his chest as Misha silently screamed to himself to hold it in.
Hold it in. Hold it in. Hold it iiiiin!
Misha felt like if he relaxed for a second, even if he just opened his eyes and saw Quinn, his cock would explode! A few seconds passed as Misha’s lungs began to burn, and his dick stopped pulsing, and then another few seconds before it began to shrink a tiny bit as Misha collapsed onto the table.
“Haaa… haa… haa… haa…” Misha panted heavily as Quinn was beyond impressed. He’d cum from her burping in his face before and yet this time, despite holding it in for days more, he’d held it in!
GGGGLLLOOOOORRP-SSHLLSSHHH
Quinn looked around to the source of the noise as Misha continued panting, too out of breath to focus as he whined silently… that noise wasn’t his stomach… was it!? No way!? Quinn’s eyes practically turned into hearts as she confirmed it was true, leaning over as much as she could with her huge anchor of a gut stuck under the table, she saw Misha’s already swollen balls tremble and bloat, the glowing golden spheres grew nearly an inch and a half…
“Holy fuck holy shiiit! Mishee did you see that!? Oh, wait you probably felt it! Holy shiiit they grew with the Compression Spell!? Gods that… that must be like… you just held back a pool or something!” Quinn chattered on as a tiny golden Misha soul floated out of her boyfriend’s mouth. Quinn didn’t let the little Misha soul go into the light as she grabbed her boyfriend and lifted him up a bit as Misha mewled in defeat before Quinn kissed him and she heard his dick smack into the table… and move it. Quinn would have shrieked with laughter were she not so hungry and horny for her boyfriend at that moment!
Luten and Tray were both wary and wondering if they should uncover their ears… if Apostle Quinn was going to commit lewd acts with Icon Misha now, they would need to evacuate the entire Dining Hall in preparation for Quinn’s swelling and would need to summon the Acolytes to apply stretching lotion or bring towels, mops, and absorbing scrolls for cleanup!
“Mmmwah! Gods Mishee you’re so fucking cute! Mmmf!” Quinn’s tail wagged left and right as Misha’s eyes swirled and all the blood in his head was once again down in his engorged third leg… his balls glowing like lamps through his dress as Quinn wanted to give them a poke, but worried if she did Misha might shoot a wad of spunk straight through her! And the walls! And anyone behind the walls!
Quinn motioned to Tray and Luten as Misha slowly came back to life once Quinn had dropped him back on the chair, his huge butt squishing over it with a heavy Plomb. Tray and Luten quickly uncovered their ears and awaited the Apostle’s orders.
“You two, find us a room! Mishee and I are gonna-“
RRMMMBBLLEE!
Misha and Quinn both stared at Misha’s belly as it growled… though rather than the bone-jarring beastly roars from some ancient behemoth, this was a soft, gentle growl, almost a purr as Misha’s cheeks flushed and he tried to sink into himself a bit.
“Holy shit…” Quinn said with genuine surprise once again. Misha was hungry! Misha started to sniffle and tear up again.
“I… I don’t knooow! I haven’t eaten today!” Misha cried, too overwhelmed by one almost catastrophe to another, and now his stomach wanted MORE food!?
“You heard him! Ye All-powerful Icon’s tummy demands food! Chop, chop you two! Or do you want my Boyfriend to starve!?” Quinn growled as Luten and Tray nodded immediately and Tray almost ran into the Elf in a hurry to go and get food for Misha.
“Quiiiin! You have to ask nicelyyyy!” Misha scolded her… though it sounded as harsh and scolding as a bee drunk on honey and twerking its butt in the air when it walked. Quinn scoffed at Misha’s words, but she nodded to acknowledge she’d listened. She just chose to ignore him this time! But knowing she’d listened was important to them both as Misha huffed and adjusted himself.. the table was still at an odd angle as Quinn burped again and Misha whimpered as his dick throbbed… he wasn’t in the clear yet!
“Uuggh… sorry babe… I URRUUURRRP! nggh… if this table keeps squeezing me I think I’m gonna UUUAARRRLLLPPP! uuggh… puke…” Quinn groaned as she belched again, starting to feel a bit sick as her stomach digested and swelled between her legs as best it could. Quinn’s face was starting to look a little pale as Misha hurriedly stood up. Both to save his girlfriend and to make sure she stopped burping before he came close to cumming again!
“One second!” Misha said quickly as her beautiful bunny boyfriend did the unthinkable to a Mortal, he scampered and jiggled his huge butt around the table to the other side, before squatting and lifting the massive Moving Stone table off of Quinn’s stomach, making it look effortless compared to when Quinn had moved it before… Misha then gently set it down… but then he realized he’d backed up into the exit and now the table was blocking the way in…
As Misha started to panic about what to do now. Quinn grumbled. “No fair… showing me up like that…” Quinn said as Misha looked like a lost child wondering what to do next.
“I’m- I’m sorry Quinn I just… I didn’t want you to get sick!” Misha said, twisting his hips cutely as he spun with anxiety. Quinn sighed; she knew Misha didn’t do it on purpose… even if she still did get jealous over how ridiculously strong he was compared to her. He hadn’t even powered up…
As a Lesser Apostle of an Exalted, it was said Quinn had the power of 1000 men, even when not powered up the difference was as clear as night and day how much stronger Quinn was than an average Mortal. And when Quinn was in her empowered form, often called an Apostle’s Harbinger form by the worshippers around the world, she was even stronger still. With Quinn’s unique Divine Powers, she may have only been a Lesser Apostle of an Exalted, but she had fought several beasts meant for much higher-grade Apostles on even footing… and yet she was completely useless compared to Misha. If she could be considered a 1000-man army normally, and perhaps even 10,000 when empowered and wielding her Divine Regalia… Misha in his normal form was probably worth hundreds of thousands if not a million men… and he had two different empowered forms thanks to Irahei’s blessings…
(No! Stop it. Bad. That’s shit! Don’t be shit! Remember what we talked about. This isn’t your tribe anymore; strength doesn’t mean worth. He loves you, fuck everything else!) Quinn growled the thoughts out of her head. Their fight months ago had left both of them bare and in shambles, and yet had built them back up stronger than ever as not long after, Misha took her by surprise when he declared his love for her, and she finally had the nerve to say it back a few months ago. Quinn didn’t need to prove herself to him, she already was everything he needed and more, and he was the same to her. Even though Vyklios and Irahei had been annoying, meddling Gods when they’d forced Misha and Quinn to partner up… that had been one of the best things in both their lives as the two fell in love.
(So, what if he’s thousands of times stronger than me? That just means when I get my ass kicked and die, it’s his turn to kick the shit out of them and he can’t come crying to me until I revive! Hahaha- and he still can’t squish bugs without crying! Uugh… so fuuuulll) Quinn grinned at her self-confidence restoring itself before her stomach gurgled… she’d definitely overeaten. Quinn looked around, she’d been lost in that shitty train of thought for a bit and now Misha was gone! She was about to sniff for her boyfriend, before she saw fuzzy golden ears and gorgeous golden hair peak out from under the table, followed shortly by a head, arms, a large fluffy gold and silver tail, and a huuuge ass…
“Hahaha! You crawled under the table! Mishee you idiot. Hahahahaha!” Quinn laughed as she rubbed her stomach, Misha’s face was red as he stood up, but he gave a small smile back to her.
“I just… I didn’t know where to put it…” He smiled beautifully as Quinn grinned. Both of them knew Quinn didn’t really mean he was an idiot… and not that Misha needed to defend himself, but iiiiiffff he had to… Quinn haaaaaad run off of a waterfall while sprinting as fast as she could on all fours just two weeks ago… Misha warned her there was a river in the area and a waterfall somewhere coming up and she’d ignored it, challenging him to a race and then leaving him behind immediately, wanting to stretch her legs she’d sprinted faster and faster until she was well over 100 miles an hour… and then soared right off the edge as suddenly the ground was gone. If she’d been paying attention she could have reacted in time as her reflexes were extraordinary… but she’d been thinking of what she’d get for winning the race. And so, Quinn went soaring off the edge and Misha could hear her very girly howling shriek for miles as she plummeted into the water below. After a short time drying off and yelling at Misha for giggling uncontrollably, Misha summoned the Tree Beast as they went off to go find the Adventurers who were missing.
“Uggh… my stomach…” Quinn groaned again as Misha stood up and smiled, gently rubbing her groaning orb as his delicate hands immediately soothed her roiling gut. Though Quinn was quite aware of that bulge in his dress getting bigger and bigger as he rubbed her stomach~. “Baaaabe~ That’s my gut you're getting hard to. Could at least be my tits or ass you know.” Quinn gave a wolfish grin as Misha jumped backward and started stammering about how sorry he was for getting hard.
“I didn’t- I was just- I’m sorry!” Misha bowed his head as Quinn laughed.
“What are you bowing to me for, stupid? You’re lucky I’m so full or I’d pin you to the wall for that.” Quinn growled with lust as Misha’s tail wagged despite his squeak of fear. “Hmph… uuggh… why did I eat so muuuuuch… I won’t have as much room for you and all that delicious cum swirling in those fat balls of yours’, Mishee~ Goooodsss I could drink you like a soda for hours!” Quinn growled with lust again as her tail thrashed.
“Q-Quiiinn! That’s… too vulgar!” Misha cried, holding his crotch as his erection was back at full mast for the umpteenth time that day.
“Good~ Now imagine what I’m not saying I’m gonna do to you!” Quinn playfully bit the air in front of her as Misha squealed… he knew from experience that when Quinn got like this… she wouldn’t stop until they… ‘did it’… and that wouldn’t stop until she exploded in a river of his spunk…
As Quinn playfully teased Misha and Misha cried about it, Luten and Tray finally arrived with Misha’s food… both their eyes went wide as they saw the Stone Table had been moved and was now blocking the area…
“I’m- I’m so sorry! I moved it- I didn’t- I hope that’s not rude Umm… I can move it back!” Misha said as Quinn laughed again before belching and groaning, her stomach was definitely a few inches bigger as the Apostle bloated with gas from all that digestion. Luten gave a quick look of surprise at Misha, before giving a quick glare at Tray. Tray had fed her too much! What if Quinn’s stomach had an overload and she started bloating up uncontrollably due to his carelessness!
“It is nothing, Icon Misha. Watch.” Luten spoke as he set the food on the table and placed his hand on the Labyrinth wall. His hand glowed as did the table and the walls, and to Misha’s surprise, their dining area suddenly grew a few feet as the table moved towards Misha, allowing Quinn all the rest of the room for her stomach to bloat if needed.
“Ooo! That stuff is so cool!” Misha’s eyes sparkled with boyish excitement, as did Quinn’s as both of them hadn’t gotten over how cool the flying magic stones were. As everything settled, Tray also placed down a few Trays of food in front of Misha’s chair, which began glowing as Misha squealed and clutched onto the chair for dear life as it floated him into the air before moving him a few feet and centering him at the table by himself. Quinn was sparkly eyed at the floating chair, and Misha’s ass hanging over the chair~.
“Fucking coooooolll! Hey T, how the hell do we get this stuff!? Imagine the shit we could do with this stuff Babe! Oh I bet I could send it at someone’s head like- like a giant fist! Oh that would be AWE-UUUURRRRUURRRP! Uuggh…” Quinn’s raving was ended by a crass throat throat-rattling belch as she huffed. Misha almost wanted to say “Excuse you” as she must have burped a hundred times already without saying it once! But he knew if he did that she’d just get annoyed or tease him about it… Though surprisingly, Quinn did get really shy when she needed to fart… not that Misha didn’t lock up entirely and become as silent as a statue when he used to trumpet accidentally on their trips together…
“Yes, Apostle Quinn, it should be possible to control Moving Stone of your own, but it would require a lengthy ritual to mark your-“ Tray began explaining as Misha looked up, dreading the idea of Quinn having Moving Stone and the chaos she would cause with it!
“Uugghh boooring! Pass! Hmph… stupid Moving Stone…” Quinn grumbled as she rubbed her stomach and looked like she’d just listened to a three-hour lecture… Tray actually looked a little hurt for a moment as Misha silently apologized to him.
Misha took a sniff of all the food in front of him as so many things, some familiar and many not, gave off their wonderful steaming scents as Misha gulped, his stomach gurgling lightly once again as Misha pat it, quieting it down as he was going to feed it… even if that made the behemoth inside him even more full than before! Misha looked up at Luten and Tray, his cheeks red as he grabbed a Fork and Knife. “Umm… C-can you two…” Misha’s shyness began to get the better of him as he stopped mid-question. Both Priests looked confused as they turned to Quinn, still rubbing her huge stomach that gurgled angrily on the ground, she’d swollen up a few more inches now as her guts ballooned with pent-up gas… though much to Quinn’s own dismay, none of it wanted to come out her throat… Quinn barely saw Luten and Tray staring at her through her tits and she groaned. Wasn’t it obvious what her boyfriend wanted???
“Uuggh… You two can’t tell? Aren’t you supposed to be smart Priests? Turn around! Misha doesn’t like anyone but me watching him eat. Isn’t that right Mishee?” Quinn snapped as Misha’s expression shifted to horror at her rudeness once again. However, once again to Misha’s surprise. Rather than snap at her and yell at how rude she was… and eat a fist to the gut sending them skywards… both of them bowed and turned around to face the wall once more. Misha gave a small huff as Quinn smiled at him for a job well done…
(I didn’t… uungh… thank you Quinn.) Misha thought to himself as he felt a bit embarrassed still but shook that off so he could focus on the food in front of him. Jungle Creeper Steak that Quinn had eaten earlier and said was delicious, that same steak was also currently clogging her guts up as she’d eaten almost half of the Latrepolis’ prepared Jungle Creeper Steak by herself… There was also some salad with tomatoes and some other fruit in it and dressing, a dessert that looked like cake, a steaming thick soup that smelled like cheese and something else… Misha’s tummy growled again as if in excitement. (Okay. Pace yourself. Pace yourself… No stuffing frenzy, no eating till you bloat or overload, just sample a little of everything, pick a dish or two, finish those, and stop. Then I’m done. No seconds, no need to eat the whole plate! Mmhh this stuff smells so gooood! No wonder Quinn lost control of her appetite. Heehee… when doesn’t she though.) Misha grinned, making the extremely rare taunt at his girlfriend as he set to work on his plan. He started with the steak and began cutting a small chunk off, doing his best to ignore Quinn’s whine in the background. Whether she was hungry again just from the smell or horny watching him eat… or she was starting to get embarrassed from needing to fart, Misha didn’t care!
… Okay, he did care.
“What’s wrong Qui-ohh…” Misha looked over at Quinn and realized it was all three… She was drooling at him and the steak on his fork, her eyes giving an expectant, puppy dog look, as her tail wagged slowly but tiredly, curled up a bit, and swished below her legs every now and then as Quinn rubbed her stomach again.
“N-Nothing. Just ignore me and eat.” Quinn said, sounding much less confident than before. That proved it even more than her tail did! Quinn had gas brewing at her back door and was getting embarrassed now. Despite how much Quinn would have been yelling “HAH! TOLD YOU SO!” if it was to someone else, Misha wanted to get up and comfort her and let her pass gas… but he knew if he did that she might yell at him to go away…
(I’ll just eat fast and then she can go to the bathroom!) Misha steeled himself as he looked away from his girlfriend, ignoring her keening whine as Quinn was really starting to struggle… Misha wasn’t quite aware of just how needy she actually was at that moment! Quinn’s stomach wasn’t just bloating up with gas, but her constant arousal and lack of masturbating the last two days were leading to her own situation down there. Between Quinn’s thighs, her pussy was drooling- in fact - gushing with sparkling silver lust, and her stomach was bloating up with it as she soaked her chair! Any second now, a miniature waterfall was going to start flowing off the chair as Quinn’s big puffy pussy screamed to be stuffed by Misha’s huge dick. And then there was her own butt! Quinn’s butt may have been practically flat in comparison to Misha’s, but her big bubble butt was currently clenching and doing a tiny soaking wet dance on her chair as Quinn’s anus puckered, gas brewing at her backdoor as her stomach howled in pressure.
It was official… Quinn was bloating up, she’d eaten past the threshold and while she wasn’t having an overload, the pressure was building as her guts swelled bigger and bigger. Inching outwards with every GGGRRGLE SLOSH GLOOOORP and RRRMBBLE! as Quinn needed a toilet for all this gas brewing in her ass, and needed her boyfriend’s face or dick between her lips or pussy lips!
Misha moaned as he took a bite of the steak, it was so gooood! His eyes widened as he hastily chewed on the whole thing… and that little moan of his made Quinn start kicking her feet like a schoolgirl as she bit her lip, her stomach bloating even faster as she hadn’t farted yet and her belly was bubbling up with divine squirt and gas! Quinn gave another keening whine as she shut her eyes and slammed her head into her tits, accidentally getting sticky sauce all over her face from her ruined bra, trying her best to ignore her urges as Tray and Luten were starting to wonder if they should turn around and help Quinn before she blew!
(Hnngggn Fuuuck my guts are blowing uuupp! Nnggh and Mishee sounds so hoot! Shit shit shiiit I wanna ride him or suck on it so baaad! Nnggh my pussies on fire! Nngghh Mishaaaaa hurry up and eat faster!) Quinn whined internally as her butt clenched and she bloated up in the background as her boyfriend had his own little private feast.
Misha took a spoonful of the cheesy soup next and gently placed it into his mouth, whining again in bliss as he shut his eyes, his left hand doing an adorable, dainty little ‘hurrah!’ as his tail wagged. “Mmhh!” Misha moaned with the thick chunk of meat and cream in his mouth, there was definitely sour cream and whipping cream and two… maybe three cheeses inside it? It was sooo thick yet it flowed like water, no odd chunks of cheese or anything to break it up, only the chunks of meat! And yet… Misha licked his lips as he could definitely taste something like broccoli and potatoes too… sooo good! Misha had to force himself to move onto the next dish, a dessert… he shouldn’t eat out of order buuuutt this was all for him anyways! Misha made sure his spoon was licked clean before he put it into the thick Mousse and watched as the dollop of mousse jiggled cutely, he placed it onto his eager tongue and once again gave a girly moan of bliss as his mouth filled with the chocolate richness… though Misha had to be careful now… he’d already eaten two spoonfuls of dairy… he shuddered at the thought of bloating up with eggs now with an already full stomach…
Misha looked on as he realized a few more dishes contained dairy and his heart fell a bit… he’d completely forgotten to speak up about what happened if he ate too much dairy… Misha’s cheeks reddened as he remembered the time Quinn made him chug a gallon of milk just to watch, as Misha had whimpered and cried before belching, his belly button popping out as before their eyes his stomach began to swell with eggs as Misha cried and wailed, trying to stop his body’s natural processes as Quinn set down her Crysadeck and rubbed his rapidly growing stomach as it clinked with eggs… only for Quinn to howl with glee as Misha’s belly hit the floor and kept swelling as he let out a huge golden fart before the eggs came… Misha shuddered at the memory… though his dick was excited by it… Wait… Quinn’s Crysadeck had been put on a tree… facing him… Had she recorded that!?!?
Misha’s face blazed red as he stopped, his fork over the salad as he almost wanted to go beg for Quinn’s Crysadeck right now and beg her to delete that video! But his hunger got the better of him as he stabbed the salad and got a big forkful. The crunchy green and purple leaves mixed with tomatoes and cuts of some other fruits, were those olives? Misha’s tail wagged as he stuck all of it into his mouth at once and bit down, the tomato popping in his mouth and mixing with the dressing as he crunched on the olive and lettuce and OHH! Babraja! He loved this! The thick purple Babraja leaves were chewed without mercy as Misha drooled over the salad for a second. His left hand now on his cheek as he moaned, looking like a gorgeous girl at a tasting booth.
And to Misha’s left, chaos was ensuing a bit. Quinn was gritting her teeth as her stomach had grown so much it pressed into Luten and Tray, who had hastily decided it was time to act. They were currently rubbing and kneading Quinn’s stomach to aid in proper digestion as Quinn whined and kicked the floor. Wanting to yell at them as they were going to make her fart her head off! Both of them could also tell that there was plenty of slosh in Quinn’s stomach as a puddle slowly formed under her chair, a sparkling silver waterfall had formed as her pussy leaked constantly, wanting to be plugged by Misha’s dick.
“Tray, call in the Acolytes. Forgive us, Apostle Quinn, but we must take care of-“ Luten began delegating to Tray.
“NNgghnooo! F-fuck off! Nnggh… plleeease!” Quinn whined. Startling them both, not because she’d told them to ‘go away’ in her vulgar way, both were already quite aware she had a brash personality. But the quiet, whimpered please at the end was out of character… Neither of them knew that despite having zero problem belching her head off, and especially burping at Misha or winning a burping contest against a Mortal… Quinn was horribly ashamed of farting. Even Quinn didn’t really understand why. It was just her ass! She had zero problems flaunting her butt to Misha right in front of other people! She’d even walked out with just shorts on and no bra at a local pool they’d been invited to before, having to get yelled at by the Lifeguard and by a crying Misha as she was stuffed into a swim-bra. And yet when gas wanted out her rear end instead of her top… she froze up almost as much as Misha did.
Quinn gave another keening whine, her cheeks a rare red as no matter how much she tried to hold it, she could feel her willpower failing to her body’s urges… She couldn’t hold it any longer!
As Misha was digging into his fifth dish with refined pleasure, Quinn’s dam broke, she looked up at the ceiling with fangs bared, and eyes shut tight, and let it rip.
PPPRRRRTTT!
A tiny, silvery toot squeeked out of her buns as Misha was pulled out of his own little feeding delight. Misha stood up and noticed Quinn’s size, her red face, and the silver coming out of her butt. PPPRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! Quinn whined again as a second gas leak sprang from her ass, this one ending with a silent spray of wolf girl butt as rain-like silver and Petrichor filled Quinn’s seat.
“Q-Quinn! Oh Gods I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t notice!” Misha said as he stood up, urgent to help his girlfriend pass gas as he could tell her stomach must be cramping like a broken meat grinder as it twisted and crunched and tried to push out more gas but Quinn kept trying to hold it in.
PPPRRAAAAAAAPPP!
PPPRRRRTTT!
FFFFFFFFRRRRTTT!
More and more silver toots were leaking out of Quinn now as Luten and Tray decided punishment was worth it and summoned the Acolytes.
“I’m- PPPRRRRPPPP! fine! Eat PPPRRRRIIIIIIIP! Mishee! FFFFFFSSSSSSSFFFFFRRRRRRRRT! ” Quinn managed to moan through her words as her butt trembled with fart after fart like a broken pipe spraying gas every few seconds. Misha pouted… though he also tried to hide his horrible erection at Quinn being so bloated and gassy…
“I’m- I’m not gonna eat while you suffer!” Misha said adamantly… which was about as threatening as a puppy barking. Quinn huffed, shutting her eyes as her tail shot up again… PPPPPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPP! A bigger, more boisterous fart rumbled out of Quinn’s cheeks as she slowly gave in to the pressure in her guts thanks to Misha’s demand. While she’d rather cork herself till she exploded… Misha didn’t want her in pain and she didn’t want to make him upset. Shutting her eyes as the five second fart blasted the smell of rain across the seat, Quinn really wished she’d controlled her appetite… Misha held her hand as Quinn grabbed it and clenched, another more powerful fart rumbling her ass as it warbled through her shorts and the tight confines of the chair.
PPPPBBBIIIIIBRRIIIIBBPBIIILRPLLBIIIIPBLPBLPB!
Gods, why did it have to sound so embarrassing!?
As Quinn’s butt blasted a bubbly ripper against the chair, half squeaking against the Moving Stone and her soaked shorts and panties… Misha finally noticed how drenched the floor was under Quinn as sparkling silver lust hit his feet and he gulped.
“Ahhh! Uhngg Q-Quinn! Can you- keep that in?” Misha asked, his eyes swirling as he felt like a total idiot for asking. Here his girlfriend was, cramping and farting over and over, and he was telling her to hold something in!? Normally Quinn would have snapped for him to not be an idiot, or to suck it up… or actually suck it up… but this time she just whined and shook her head, too embarrassed by her constant butt rumblings to focus on anything else.
“I’m f-fine, Mishee!” Quinn managed to force out through her shame, however, a beast hundreds of times bigger than the one in her bowels was stirring. Misha’s eyes unfocused for a second as he felt that spike of pressure deep inside him once again.
“Nnggh N-Nooo!” Misha cried as he held onto Quinn’s hand. Quinn looked at her boyfriend, trying to figure out what his sudden distress was about. Was he gonna cum from her farts? If he did, she’d be a bit upset but would totally understand. Instead… Quinn realized his tail was going up as her eyes widened. She really wished she wasn’t sitting on her Crysadeck and blasting ass and gushing pre-squirt onto it…
VVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEEEE!
“Ah! AH!” Misha cried out as his stomach growled once again, his guts trying to force a dump that just wouldn’t come out as the Peristalsis Titan roared once again. Misha’s eyes opened wide as he gazed into Quinn’s own, and Quinn watched and listened as Misha’s stomach roared louder than even her biggest belch earlier. Misha’s tail shot up as his knees gave out, and Quinn wanted to scream at herself for sitting on her Crysadeck as Misha’s eyes stayed stuck to hers as his mouth opened and he gave a silent, begging scream, his butt aimed high to the wall as Quinn could SEE his donut pushing and puckering in his dress from behind, his enormous ass quaked as Misha gave into his urges completely. His mind overtaken by his body’s urge to dump!
Misha watched in horror and shame as he stared into Quinn’s eyes, and pushed as hard as he could, silently screaming and aching and begging to fill his panties, to fart down the walls, to shit in his dress right here and now and fill the entire dining hall with the titanic dump that had been brewing in him all this time! Misha was possessed by the primal urge to shit as Quinn farted again, her ass completely overshadowed just by the rumblings of Misha’s gut.
Luten and Tray arrived again, watching in horror as Misha’s titanic cheeks clapped and the Icon bore down as his stomach rumble could be felt from several feet away. The Acolytes stumbled as they arrived in force. The dishes were vibrating from Misha’s gurgle-quake as one by one, the table shook so much the dishes fell off with loud crashes, a few shattering. Luten didn’t even spare a second, they’d heard the rumbling through the walls as they rushed inside! Luten slammed his hand onto the wall as it glowed and the Moving Stone Labyrinth came alive, the walls flying up around them and removing Quinn and Misha’s privacy as Misha’s belly grumble finally ended after over thirty seconds.
Misha began to cry and pant as despite how hard he’d pushed and how disgusted and ashamed he was of himself in that moment, all he’d done was shaken up Quinn’s stomach even more!
Quinn was now blowing up even faster, both from Misha’s rumbling guts acting like a jackhammer on her bloated stomach and from how fucking HOT what she’d just seen was! Quinn whimpered as she drooled, her pussy gushing as- as- OHH!
“Ahh! AHHHN~!” Quinn orgasmed just from Misha’s face and ass jiggling. Quinn’s belly gurgled with a tidal wave as she moaned loudly and started spraying squirt into the chair, her squirt was that same sparkling silver color, but far shinier, and far more intense as Quinn pressure washed her shorts and the chair under her ass, hundreds of glittering rainbows shining in the light from her squirt as the silver kept pumping, and yet she was swelling even faster than before.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
“Ooohh! Oohh Mishee Mishee I can’t ooh fuuck I can’t take it! Gimme your dick gimme gimme gimm-uuuaahhhn~!” Quinn moaned in a frenzy as she grabbed Misha’s hand and begged for his dick right then and there. Misha almost screamed as this was much too fast and much too public and- and- and just too much!
But then, they both screamed as an army of hands grabbed them both! Quinn was still squirting and farting as Misha shrieked in fear. For a terrifying second, his hand glowed with holy light before a voice shouted.
“Icon Misha! It is us! Your servants!” It was Father Jirokk! He’d come sprinting when he heard the commotion and now, he’d just saved pretty much every last Acolyte and Priest in the area!
“F-F-F-Father!? Pleeasse p-put me d-down!” Misha squealed as he calmed down and realized there was no danger. Misha watched in horror as several Acolytes picked him up and began carrying him, and he watched as nearly fifteen were needed to pick up Quinn even with the Moving Stone chair helping carry her too!
“Forgive me, Icon Misha! We cannot allow you to have an accident in the Dining Hall! And we must prevent Apostle Quinn from bursting!” Father Jirokk bowed his head as he shouted his intentions to serve them both. Misha’s eyes swirled with horror and shame as dozens of hands were on his butt and his back and carrying him towards the door. Besides one part of the Labyrinth that was kept private, perhaps dinner for one of the other Apostles, the entire Labyrinth was now floating high in the air or returning to the walls and floor!
The Icon and his Lesser Apostle Girlfriend were hauled out by the dutiful Acolytes, as Quinn screamed and yelled and moaned; her heart warring between complete humiliation as she brashly farted uncontrollably in front of everyone, complete fury as dozens of people had their hands on her enormous stomach and thighs, and complete horniness as Misha had set her fuse off and every few seconds it ticked down more and more. And then there was Misha, Misha was so stressed out as they were carried out the door, his arms and legs locked up for fear of accidentally kicking someone into a red mist, so all he could do was cry. And cry he did.
WWWAAAHHH! EEEEEEEEEE! SNIFFLE! WWAAAAAHHH!
Misha did not cry very loud, in fact, his crying was drowned out by Quinn’s farts and gushing pussy… but Misha’s volume was not the biggest worry about his crying, it was the Divine Tears he was currently letting flow like a broken water pipe. Cerulean tears gushed from his eyes as he wailed and tried not to move, carried off like a soft, lewd treasure by thieves. His tears hit the grass as they were carried out of the Dining Hall, and the Acolytes gasped as flowers began to bloom all around them. Father Jirokk did not let them stop moving to watch the beauty, as the few moments they paused the flowers began to grow over a foot tall, and some of the vines seemed to be wrapping around the feet of the Acolytes as if to protect their creator and his girly manhood.
The Acolytes sprinted towards the Moonpool, though Jirokk pointed back towards the private bathroom Misha had tried to use earlier. The Acolytes nodded as they carried the two Apostles off, a trail of flowers and a few bushes grew behind them as they carried Quinn inside first, then Misha.
“G-Ge-HHooO! Get your fffuu-PPPRRRRTTT!-FUUAH! Hands off me! GGR-AHHHN! PPPRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTT! “ Quinn growled, whined, and farted some more as they carried her through the doors. Though there was some solid framework inside the building, and the entire building wasn’t 100% Moving Stone, the doorway floated up and out of the way so they could carry Quinn’s rumbling stomach through.
BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!
UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOAAARRRP!
Quinn’s throat and ass roared in unison as she was hauled inside. The scent of Petrichor and squirt was driving Misha’s dick wild and making his heart thump in his chest as he pulled his ears down and cried more, as the feel of hands on his huge ass and thighs made him mortified and even more ashamed of his boner from his girlfriend’s explosive gas.
“F-Faaathheeeer! Irahei sa-save meeee!” Misha cried through his hands as the Acolytes carried him in next. Father Jirokk silently prayed to the Archon that she would forgive him for the mistreatment of her Icon. Though if Irahei was watching right now… she would have been shrieking with laughter until she hiccupped or choked.
The Acolytes looked for the proper toilet they figured would be best for Quinn. Judging by her shame from farting… they decided a normal toilet would probably be best and with her large tail… they selected the Bidet model with a large hole for tails and the Moving Stone lifted at an angle before dropping her huge butt with a sloshy crash as the Acolytes let go of her stomach gently and let the growling, growing gut hit the floor.
“We are set, Father!” One female Acolyte said as Father Jirokk nodded and did the same thing as Luten earlier, pressing his hand onto the wall as the Bathroom quickly came alive with glowing stones and made a large hallway to wall off Quinn just like with Misha before.
“W-Wait!” Misha cried as the Acolytes looked at what toilet would be best for him… before deciding on the horrific machine toilet with a slot for his dick! Misha whimpered as they took him in it and Jirokk nodded and sealed them in save for the door. Misha could somewhat hear Quinn’s muffled moans, farts, and shouts through the vents.
“Please, have no fear, Icon Misha. Our services are wonderful, we have been told by some Apostles that they have a hard time relieving themselves at other Latrepolis after visiting us!” One handsome young man replied. But that didn’t help at all! Misha cried more. He wasn’t gay! He was just… he just looked like a girl even down to his huge dick… and wore dresses because of his goddess… but he was a boooy!
The Acolytes placed him down inside the strange machine, and the young male Acolyte rubbed his stomach as Misha whimpered… he was rather good at rubbing… but all Misha could think about was how other people were touching him, how people were staring at his dick, touching his stomach, touching his butt, and the cold lifelessness of the metal as they gently and reverently placed his dick through the hole. A female elf Acolyte placed gel on her hands and helped Misha’s girth through the metal hole as her eyes sparkled with a tiiiny bit more than just reverence in there… maybe a biiit of lust as she licked her lips… yet she stayed her heart and tongue and applied the warm gel to Misha’s dick with her hands.
“EEeeee! Wh-what- is that!?” Misha whimpered as his dick began to tingle, getting warmer as it grew even harder all by itself, completely filling the hole before the Acolytes instantly adjusted it, giving him another few inches to grow as he filled that too as his growth stopped and they nodded with satisfaction.
“Small stimulant, your reverence. We work our way through everything naturally, to ensure the Apostle’s relief above all. Too much sensitivity can turn pleasure into pain after all.” The Elf Woman Acolyte said as she gently rubbed and squeezed Misha’s dick. Misha whimpered again as the other’s placed his legs in the machine properly, and then adjusted it for his massive butt… even then he barely fit inside it! Soon Misha felt cold steel on his ass too as he realized something was spreading his butt… they were spreading his butt!?
“NOO! No no nooo NOOO!” Misha cried and squealed, doing his best to writhe in panic without hurting anyone as he felt something cold and hard spread his ass. Misha struggled just a bit too hard as the steel on his right leg bent with an awful screech, startling the Acolytes as they tried to calm him down.
“Icon Misha, this is to help you!”
“It will only take a second and then it will warm up!”
“We would never dare harm you!”
They cried in unison, but Misha was too stressed, too humiliated, too embarrassed. Surprising the Acolytes, especially the Elf Woman who was opening her mouth with no one paying attention to her… Misha’s dick began to shrink even with the stimulant.
“Ehh!? But- My taste!?” The Elf Acolyte accidentally let her feelings out as she watched in shame and surprise as Misha’s huge, dribbling cock shrank back down and was pulled out of the steel glory hole.
“NNOOO!!” Misha cried as he pulled his dick out, and wrenched straight through the steel on his legs, grabbing it so it didn’t hit the Acolytes. Misha tore through it almost like paper, despite his lewd and womanly frame, he had the strength of an Icon of an Archon after all. Misha tore his way out, and panted as he stared at the Acolytes, crying and dropping the steel to the ground as they looked at him, all of them worried they had angered him as they closed their eyes in apology. Awaiting whatever punishment he saw fit. Flogging? Vore? Incineration? Beheading? They would take whatever he-
“I HIC I WANT SNIFFLE NORMAL!” Misha cried, shutting his eyes and ‘loudly’ demanding a proper toilet. The Acolytes opened their eyes in confusion before a few of them gave gentle smiles at his kindness and compassion… and a few gave evil smiles as they had not failed yet!
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The other group of Acolytes planted Quinn down on the large toilet, her shorts still on as they worked so fast, Quinn almost thought they had abilities of their own!
“Shorts.”
“Tail.”
“Boxers.”
“Tail.”
“Done.”
“HEY! YOU F-UUghhh UUUURRRP! NNGG! OOhhh when I am out I am nnggghh-“ Quinn whined before gripping her now bare ass on the toilet as a deep gurgle shook her stomach. The Acolytes didn’t say a word as they started rubbing Quinn’s growling boulder up and down as her belly button popped out… she was getting closer to her limits!
“Laxative?”
“Not yet.”
“Stretching oil!”
“Yes!”
The Acolytes spoke as if they were a hivemind once again as Quinn heard the opening of a bag and the spraying of a bottle. “ACK! SHIT THAT’S COLD! YOU BAST-UUOo Hnnngghhh… that’s gooood.” Quinn’s growl of anger turned into a purr of pleasure as the Wolf Apostle’s stomach began to feel a whole lot less explodey than a few seconds ago. The cold liquid being rubbed all over her volatile orb quickly got to work as Quinn’s stomach grew another two inches around and felt like it could grow another ten without risking detonation!
“OOohhh my Gooood you guys might… nnggh actually be good at this!” Quinn groaned as she hugged her breasts, her tail was trying to wag but was stuck in the large slot in the back of the toilet, with her legs spread and the constant rumbling… Quinn’s gurgling guts were starting to push everything downwards again. Quinn had stopped squirting a little bit ago, but it felt like the floodgates were getting ready to open again as the Acolytes kept rubbing her stomach!
“Nnggh… gentle… oooh! Mmff… shit… hhnngg…” Quinn whimpered quietly as they Acolytes all smiled proudly, having tamed the big bad wolf’s belly with their constant rubbings.
RRRRMMMMBBBLLLLLEEEE!
“GHh! Oookay! Nnggh… stop… stop rubbing!” Quinn groaned as their massage was really getting things moving inside her! Quinn’s belly gurgled loudly as bumps formed all over the towering creamy orb. The Acolytes all gave different reactions, none of them were in any way related to stopping, a few were excited, a few were proud, a few were compassionate, a few were firm, and just like with Misha a few were horny. They continued rubbing Quinn’s stomach as it warned them if they didn’t stop, she was about to unload everything that she’d just stuffed into her gut at dinner! And they continued fervently.
RRRRMRMMMBBBLLLOOOOOOOORRRRP!
“Nnggh… fuck…PPPPPRRRIIIIIIPPPP! I can’t… FFFFFRRROOOORRTTT! stop rubbing… gotta… shit! FFFFFFFRRRRT! “ Quinn begged the Acolyte’s now, but the servants of the Apostles only listened to her noisy stomach as it demanded more rubbing. Fart after silver fart tore through Quinn’s pucker and trumpeted into the bowl no matter how much she tried to clench her ass, clench her small donut… It was made even worse by the two jackass Acolytes squeezing her ass and spreading it more! Quinn wanted to bite their hands off, but all she could do was whimper as her body screamed at her, telling her over and over and over and over to just let go and give in to the rubs. To just let her body do it’s thing, she didn’t even need to push! PPPPRRRRBBBBPPPPRPRPRPRRPPP Another fart squeezed out of her as Quinn had shut her eyes, a few tears in the corner of her eyes as her tail tried to trash and close tight over her ass… but it was locked up in perfect bathroom position… Quinn’s farts were getting more and more muffled as her gas filled the bowl and leaked out around her thighs as something was pushing through her colon and getting closer to her exit…
GGGRGRGRBBBBMMMLLLLLLELEEE!
The bulges all over Quinn’s stomach grew even more violent and energetic as the shit beast inside her demanded to be born, her stomach writhing with its digestive labor as Quinn tried to cruelly keep her food baby contained for just a little longer. Quinn farted once more, a dangerous silver shart as the gas was getting clogged by the Lesser Apostle’s dinner. All those steaks turning into a hefty protein shit- mixed with an Apostle’s divine energy- and Quinn’s belly was writhing with a few hundred pounds of divine shit!
The Acolytes never slowed down their rubbing no matter how much Quinn whimpered as she farted again, this one barely squeaking out past what was dangerously close to being birthed by her ass. The rubbing was making it so hard to focus, to control herself… she got embarrassed even farting in front of Misha! Even back in her old Tribe, no one had actually WATCHED her take a shit before! And yet… Quinn couldn’t stop the urge growing inside her. Quinn could practically feel her instincts, both primal and sentient, screaming at her. Telling her to give in. To push… to push! To Push. To Push! To Push! To PUSH! TO PUSH! TO PUUUUSH!
“nnnnngghh!” Quinn gave a muffled cry as her tail thrashed again… trying to raise vertically. The Acolytes all continued their rubbing onslaught as they grinned, knowing they had won. Quinn bit her lip as she clenched her hands into fists, and her donut began to bulge as a thick spearhead of steaming brown shit spread her wide open. Quinn’s asshole stretched and gaped inch by inch as the thick brown protein log grew nearly six inches wide before hitting the water as Quinn’s toes curled and she whimpered. She had lost… she was shitting in front of a dozen people all at once… and it felt so gooooood!
CCCCRRCRRRKKKKLLKLKLKLKEEEEE!
“Nnnn-haaa! AhhN! NNgghooo!” Quinn yipped and whined as her ass stretched and throbbed around the thick brown steak-snake as it hit the bowl and began coiling over and over. The sensor inside automatically going off and giving the first flush as the toilet swallowed the first ten pounds of Quinn’s shit… only a few hundred to go!
(NNgghhh Gooodss my ass! Ffuuuuuck! I can’t ooohhh the… the rubbing… Ohh God my ass feels so FUUULLL! Nngghhh!) Quinn groaned in her head as her pussy trembled and an orgasm began to build once again as another brown serpent crowned. Quinn opened her eyes wide in shock for a second before shutting them with another muffled whimper as a muffled trumpet of silver escaped with the brown beast as her ass pumped and pumped rhythmically. And all the while the Acolytes kept rubbing her stomach, not letting her relax or stop shitting at all. In fact… now that they’d broken her dam, a few of the Acolytes were rubbing even harder, kneading their hands into her guts to drive her belly wild as Quinn grit her teeth as her asshole stretched a bit more as the Acolyte’s kneading made her stomach want to void itself even faster.
PPPPPCCRRRRRROOORAAAAOOFFFAACFFFFFFCKLKLLKLKEECRRRKKKKLLKLKLKLKEEEEE!
Silver and brown gushed from her ass like the fizz from a freshly popped wine bottle as Quinn’s shaken soda can tummy kept pumping out sludge mixed with some showers of rain-scented gas.
“NnnGHH! *WHIIIIINE!” Quinn whimpered before giving a long keening whine before she took a deep breath, sweating from the strain in her stomach and her donut as the Acolytes just wouldn’t give her a second to- to- the Acolytes could practically sense she’d slowed down shitting for a moment and picked up the rubbing- to BREEAAATHE! “NNGGGHH!”
*BBBBLLLOOOOOOORRRRCLKLKKLKLCKLCKLLCRRLKRCKLKLKCCLKKLLKLKKLKLKLKLEEEEEEEEEE!
Quinn bore down like a mother who’d just had her labor induced as she birthed her coil of shit into the toilet with more fury than before. Pound after pound of shit crackled and plodded through her and into the toilet almost instantly as the toilet automatically switched into ‘Vortex’ mode. The state-of-the-art toilets that Jirokk had bragged about were no laughing matter. The Acolytes spreading her ass moved to join the others on her engorged gut, the great grumbly belly helpless to their trained hands. The toilet began pumping water nonstop as it entered a continuous flushing state, sucking out Quinn’s girthy logs as fast as they came out as Quinn moaned and trembled, finally taking a breath after a minute of power shitting as the Acolytes gave her a few moments to breathe before evilly pressing on her stomach again. Already they were starting to learn what areas made her gut growl the loudest~.
As they pressed down on several points at once, Quinn’s eyes shot open with tears as her stomach growled even louder than before, begging for mercy as Quinn bit her lower lip and subconsciously pushed even harder with her forced anal contraction.
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPP!
PPPPBBBBLLLLOOOBGBGBLGGBBLLLLBBBPPPCCCR-
“GGHHUUUUUHHH!” Quinn howled twenty seconds into her largest and loudest dump ever after farting even louder than her belch in Misha’s face. If Misha had been right there… despite his horrific shame, he probably would have been halfway to an orgasm just from hearing his girlfriend struggle on the toilet.
~RCRCRCRKCCCCRRRAAAARCRKLKLLLKLKLCRCRCRBKKKKKKKCCCCRCRCRCRRRRRRRKKKLKLLKKLEEEEEEE!
Quinn took deep breaths in and out as her tits heaved and her stomach quivered. Shit pumping out of her in seven-inch-thick coils before getting sucked down into the pipes by the automatic toilet. Though with the enchanted pipes and all the technology stuffed into just one of the dozens of toilet varieties, Automagic would be a more apt description. Not that Quinn could even spare a moment to think about that as she bore down and kept shitting so hard she thought her asshole would split open.
The Acolytes gave a proud smile as Quinn finished shitting after two minutes straight of the forced bowel movement. Panting and sweating as she cradled her still enormous stomach… (No… no more… Please… Nnggh… I can’t…) Quinn thought as she panted, her legs practically felt numb from how hard they were making her push! Quinn couldn’t even spare the energy to hate the fact the Acolytes had somehow found all the buttons inside her to make her shit herself inside out. She was helpless and defeated as she sat there, holding her still giant gut that quietly whimpered for mercy… and the Acolytes wouldn’t give it. They would keep going until she was empty~!
The Acolytes’ smiles were more terrifying than a Corrupt Champion as Quinn whimpered, at least when a Corrupt Champion killed her it was over pretty fast! “Puh-please… stop…” Quinn begged them, tears running down her cheeks. The Acolytes pressed down on her stomach.
GGGGRGRGGRLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRP!
“GGGHHHHGGG!” Quinn screamed through gritted teeth as her stomach thrashed violently, shit surging through her once again as Quinn slammed her head into her stained bra and grabbed her ass, taking over the two Acolyte’s former job as she spread her cheeks desperately, trying to give her bulging asshole all the room it could take so it didn’t explode as she felt it stretch even more. Another enormous trumpet of gas surged through her ass and leaked under the gaps in the toilet before a log just as wide as before violently spread her donut open as if fisting her from the inside out. Quinn gasped and whimpered as her stomach was violently pushing shit out of her, desperately obeying the Acolytes so they wouldn’t hit her pressure points again. Quinn wanted to scream her throat out, yet it died somewhere in her ass as she silently bore down and filled the toilet even faster. The Automagic toilet kept up with her just fine as it proved to be more than a match for Quinn as she was forced to shit her brains out.
Despite the violent relief tearing her ass asunder over and over, Quinn’s pussy hadn’t stopped trembling once… and yet, no squirt had come out as her stomach sloshed quietly. A river of silver backed up into her as her body cried out for one thing… her Mishee.
The Acolytes pressed down again.
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