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TWO POSTS IN A WEEK??? Oh well now I'm just spoiling you guys!

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With her mental state taken care of, Furina waddled closer to her bathroom. While her apartment was a thousand times smaller than her old home within the Palais Mermonia, it was still a bit grand for her current status… but now, months after she had moved in. Furina was beginning to feel like it was home indeed. After a second lecturing from Clorinde, she had finally put some light furnishing and décor within. Walking past a charming painting of Erinnyes Island she had received as thanks for stepping in at the last moment to Direct a borderline failed production, Furina’s belly reminded her she best not gawk too long.

GGRRGGRLLORORRRRPPP!

“Oh yes yes, I’m going already!” Furina snapped at her tummy, holding it steady so it couldn’t thrash around too much and bump into her sparse furniture. Her gravity-defying orb bobbed and swayed a moment like a buoy on the waves. Furina huffed as she debated grabbing a novel to enjoy in the bathroom… She was about a third of the way through a new thriller novel she was absolutely enthralled with! But then a realization struck her… she was already halfway through her hallway… if she wanted to turn around she’d need to waddle backwards all the way out!

“Uoghh youuu! Every time I think I am used to you, you blight me once again!” Furina snapped at the bubbly torpedo tummy defiantly hanging in the air. Jutting out from her thin frame, minus her massive hips, as if taunting her and telling her that a turn radius more befitting an Aquabus was her new destiny if she kept eating like this.

“Not an ounce of fat on me, and yet I’m as fat as a whale!” Furina whined, almost crying as she was reminded of her desperate need to diet. While it was amazing that none of her weight turned into anything but plush, bouncy, yet remarkably tight padding on her hips… she still needed to stop gaining weight before her rear was as heavy as a Blubberbeast!

GGRRGLLLOOOORRRPP!

“Eeep!” Furina yelped, having gotten caught up in thoughts far too easily. Bookless and full of gas, Furina waddled quickly down the hallway. Her rear audibly swaying in her too-tight pajamas as it made an erotic, yet horrifically embarrassing Bwuubwuubwuubwuub noise as she plodded towards her porcelain throne.

Furina made it to her bathroom and stretched her arm out, having to angle herself in order to reach the doorknob without pressing her belly into the door. “Nngghh if you get any bigger I’ll take a pin and pop you!” Furina threatened her belly as her delicate fingers just barely managed to reach the doorknob. Grabbing and twisting it, Furina pushed her bathroom door in and now had substantially more room for her big balloon to sway around. Furina turned slowly and lifted the toilet seat before pulling her pajamas down.

“Hnngg… come ooon these fit last night! Just a bit- Ah!” Furina gasped as her rear was instantly freed as her pajamas fell to the floor. Her moonlit globes were almost shining in the lights of the bathroom as Furina flushed. Furina carefully set her big bottom upon her new, more modest throne, crossing her dainty feet, she held her growling belly as it bubbled and churned with more fragrance.

“Tsk… It got smaller again.” Furina grumbled as she adjusted her seating position. Furina’s rear was so massive nearly three inches of cheek wobbled over the edge on both sides! Furina carefully grabbed a little pull chain hanging from the wall next to her. A gentle tug was met with a soft click as the toilet switched into Fragrance Collection Mode. A very, very, VERY handy thing that had been sponsored- quite surprisingly- by Lady Navia Caspar.  

“Hooo… that was easy. Now… the hard part.” Furina spoke softly, her cheeks reddening a bit more. So much gas in her belly that wanted out… but she had to be very careful of the amount of wind that the pipes could handle in one moment, and the noise. Furina had nearly fallen over and died of shame when she’d received a noise complaint a few weeks ago! Of course, they had dropped it as soon as they knew it was Furina “practicing her instruments!”, but STILL!

Furina rubbed her belly lovingly this time, trying to gently coax some gas out without having it be quite so… powerful. “Perhaps I could…. Requisition an upgrade to the plumbing? Estelle should have plenty of metal at the workshop. If I recall, Beaumont Workshop is in between contracts right now… yes, I will definitely ask if she can-“ Furina’s gentle rubbing was working as her belly began to grumble softly. Pressure was building within her as her cheeks flushed even more.

“Oooo… carefulll… carefully… Ooo I know I’ll mmf… send an anonymous message saying the plumbing must be revamped. Perhaps get the apartment the same plumbing that Captain Chevreuse had installed at the Maison Gardennage? Ooo… it really wants to come out!” Furina couldn’t help but moan the last part, her thoughts slipping from how to upgrade the plumbing of her apartment to how much pressure was building in her own pipes!

Furina bit her lip gently, shutting her eyes as she felt the urge to fart rising by the second. (Ohhh that’s… too big!) Furina thought quickly, the gas building up behind her formerly divine donut was already becoming far too powerful! Furina flexed her muscles, squeezing her aching sphincter shut before it could blow a hole in the floor as she rode the building gas pains.

GGRGRRGRLLOOOORRBBBBBRRRBBLLLLEE!

“Oohhh I knooow! Just nnggh be gentle!” Furina pleaded with her belly as it threw a tantrum of its own. Bubbles were bursting deep within her belly, rushing through her intestines and stretching her colon wider and wider as a pipe-bursting bomb built within her rotund rear! Furina couldn’t tell if the growling was coming from her stomach or her posterior… but she could barely hang on a moment longer!

Luckily for her, the gas cramp receded. The crisis was averted. She’d already received a warning not to have pets, even her Salon Solitaire! It was a warning she flagrantly ignored… but she might get kicked out of her apartment if she destroyed it with her flatulence only a few months after flooding it with her Vision! Or worse… Neuvillette might have to get involved to protect her! An abuse of his power AND a show of her humiliation!? She’d rather leap off a bridge!

“Hooo… there we go… now… gently…” Furina sighed, sitting back on her porcelain throne and letting her head drop onto the plush headrest she’d installed. Her belly grumbled in agreement. Sitting down, the top of her belly was almost as tall as her nose! If even half of that was Midnight Fragrance…

This might take a few minutes.

PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRROOORRRRRTT!

Furina’s blowhole gently let out an airy, relaxed release as she sighed in comfort. “Ahh… that’s better.” Furina smiled. If there was one thing this enormous rear of hers was good for. It was perfect at completely muffling her gas as long as whatever she was sitting on could survive it. She’d never admit it out loud, but she’d let several SBF’s slip since her rear had ballooned out of control.

PPPRRRRRAAAP!

“Oh!”  Furina gave a soft gasp as a tiny burst of gas refreshed her butt. That was another special thing about her gas. It didn’t just have flavor and color… and tremendous amounts of power… it was also quite cool. Not chilly, nor even cold. Rather it was like standing in front of a powerful fan on a hot day or taking a dip in cool water to avoid the sun.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTT!

Furina let herself get bolder… plus she was starting to yearn for more relief as she could not even tell if her belly had shrunk at all! So she opened the floodgates the tiniest bit wider, and a small relieved smile crawled across her face as she sighed. Cradling her belly as it effortlessly pushed gas into the bowl and down the pipe. FFFFFFRRRAAAP! Furina sighed in a slight amount of annoyance. She’d be here all day on the toilet at this rate! Perhaps… a little more was okay.

FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFPPRPRPRPPPRRRRAAAAAAAAPPP~!

“Oooohh~ Ah that is much better. FFFRRRRTTT! Oh! Heehee… That one surprised me. I- BBRRRRTTT! Nngg… okay, calm down now. There’s no need to- GGGRRRRUUUUUAAAARRBBLLLBBLBL Ohhh wait wait calm down. I’m sorry! I didn’t BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! BBBRRRAAPPP! Ahhn~! Wait! Stop it! I’m sorry okay!?” Furina’s demands turned to pleading to her tummy as the pressure was rising in her once again. Her beautiful dark left eye shut as her brilliant light right eye half-lidded as she grimaced. Her farts were just pumping out all by themselves now! Her belly wasn’t listening to her!

And it felt… gooooood~

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!

“Nnnggh! Wait that’s too much! Too UuUu!” Furina grabbed her belly, then her thighs as more and more gas pumped out of her, faster than before, too fast to control. She’d been arrogant. Ignorant. Oblivious to the raw amount of fragrance swirling within her! All her worst crimes as an archon, haunting her again as a human on her toilet! Furina’s eyes felt hot as she leaned forward through no will of her own. A few tears filled her eyes as her body took over, demanding relief, demanding she push out a tidal wave of gas into the toilets and deflate properly!

Leaning forwards even the slightest bit squeezed her belly down against her thighs as Furina winced in pain, her gas roaring inside her now as Furina felt bigger and bigger bubbles bursting through her bowels. With tears rolling down her right cheek, Furina opened her mouth, about to yell for one of her Salon members to hurry and help her somehow… before her body acted on its own again. She instinctively spread her legs to give her belly more room, her knees hitting the walls as her body demanded she push!

“Ghhh! Nnooo! I can. Hold. IT!” Furina grunted through gritted teeth as her donut trembled, clenching tightly to keep the gas at bay.

She couldn’t.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRBBRRBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-!

RRRRRATTLLLLRRLLLLLRRRLRLR-!

As if the shame of a no longer muffled Baritone Saxaphone blaring triumphantly wasn’t enough shame. Furina’s ears could barely make out a second sound as her ass sent gallons of gas pouring down the pipes.

The rattling of plumbing being pushed past capacity. Hinges were shaking and quaking almost as much as her ass was as her fart suddenly erupted several times stronger and louder than before. The pipes, not rated for the gaseous oceanic fumes from the body of Focalors, began to bend, crack, and swell from the wind hurtling down.

“Hrrngg stoooopp!” Furina cried, but her body happily disobeyed. Summoned by the single woman band suddenly playing in the bathroom, the Salon Solitaire all came flying into the bathroom. Floating above Furina and making all sorts of bubbled-racket as they tried to think of any way to help her as their Mistress was getting closer and closer to farting herself into homelessness!

Yet despite the redness in Furina’s face created by a mixture of shame, humiliation, and strain. Between Furina’s thunder thighs, her holy fountain was stirring. The waters of life swirling inside her were waking up… in other words, she was getting wet and horny.

Despite her usually demure and reserved self… there was one thing Furina had picked up after a very… enlightening chat with Hu Tao, and a bit of eavesdropping on Chevreuse and Chiori.

Tickling the pearl, drumming the well, sampling the waters… masturbating… And she’d used her rear quite a lot to do it… Now, her highly trained and rather sensitive donut was eagerly accepting the forceful loving of her wall-breaking flatulence!

~OOOVVVRVVROORROOOOROOOOOOMMM--RRRTTT-CRUNCH!~MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPMMMFFRFRRFR-*

“OooohH~! Gguuu-Help meee! Do-AhhHN~! Something!” Furina wailed, then snapped at her Salon as her ass put on a garish display of relief. As Furina’s baritone butt bellowed loud enough the entire apartment complex was starting to hear the noise, the pipes were swelling to the bursting point. Steel and bronze and bits and bobs all bent asunder as Furina’s winds were too big to handle. Her ladylike appearance shattered more and more every moment her ass kept thundering until with a loud shriek and crunch, something a floor below her tore wide open.

A hole had burst in the wall as the gas laden pipe could hold her wind in no longer. Gas flooded the room. Swirling across the ground and rising inch by inch, gallon by gallon as rich, Opera Cake farts flowed into the room like a broken faucet.

And Furina’s plush, needy, very bratty pussy cried out and demanded attention. It wanted her fingers, it wanted her dildo, it wanted Neuvillette~! Oh, the things they had said and hadn’t said to each other! She hadn’t even seen Neuvillette in over a month! All the compliments he had given her over the years, how he called her as radiant as the sunset sea when they last parted!  Oh how foolish she was, she should have grabbed a stool and taken her first kiss then and there! He’d been staring at her growing rear, she just knew it! Surely it wouldn’t have taken much to make the great Hydro Dragon give in to his baser instincts~!?

(HNNGgg what am I thinkiiing!? OoHH my BUUUTTTT~! Why doES IT feel so goo-Uughh~!) Furina’s eyes were starting to cross as she imagined Neuvillette. Their relationship was as complicated as it was historic. Partners, deceivers, God and Dragon. Justice and Jury. And yet never lovers… but Furina had dreamed of him as such more and more now that she was free from her great play.

-RRMMMRRRMMMMFF-!

As more of Furina’s gas pumped into the thankfully empty room below her, Mademoiselle Crabaletta was the first to make decisive action. The armored crab did the same thing she did to Furina’s enemies…

She charged as hard as she could. Straight at Furina’s big butt.

SMACK!

BWUBWUB!

As soon as Mademoiselle Crabaletta slammed into Furina’s ass, her baritone booty silenced in a heartbeat as Furina’s voice hitched in her throat. Her ass audibly rippled on the toilet as Furina’s brain fired on all cylinders, trying to process the impact that had just affected her. After a moment, her rear stopped wobbling like a delicious dessert, and Furina took a breath.

*UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPRPP!*

And a moment later, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, the smack to her ass sent gas throttling out her lips! Furina’s eyes crossed and her fingers curled as she belched so hard, poor Gentilhomme Usher and Surintendante Chevalmarin were whisked away in the crashing rapids of sparkly coffee-cake flavored gas.

The poor little Bubbly Seahorse was flapping his tail as much as he could to fight the raging currents, but soon he was slammed into Furina’s far wall as her belch shot out like a geyser through the hallway all the way to the windows before crashing like waves back into the room. The Ball Octopus was holding onto the doorframe for dear life, his tentacles and suckers gripping as hard as they could as he flapped like a kite in a storm. And behind Furina, the armored crab slowly came back to her senses after bouncing off her Master’s enormous ass straight into the wall!

Beneath Furina’s floor, the others of the apartment not gone for work or out enjoying Fontaine’s many cultural passion pass times were taken aback by the new noise coming from the sole occupant of the highest floor in the complex! For the last few minutes, they’d heard someone loudly and carelessly playing a wonderful saxophone with absolutely no rhythm to it! Just noise and deep notes! And now this was even louder! But the only occupant of the top floor was Lady Furina and surely she wouldn’t play such crass notes!

She was indeed.

Furina’s adorable lips flapped from the force of her uncouth, horribly vulgar and tone deaf, and oh sooooo relieving belch. And as a minute passed without air, Furina thanked the real Archons for her immense lung capacity. Then a second minute passed and Furina was too lost in the bliss of belching to ponder if she might choke to death on her own burps, or if she’d burp a window to smithereens, or if someone was currently sprinting to Nour to give the Garde an earful about restrictions on noise levels in the apartments!

After nearly two minutes and twenty-seven seconds. Furina’s belch came to an end as she sucked in a massive lungful of air. Looking around, Furina realized her apartment was almost waist-high full with gas as she whimpered. Furina looked at the source of this second great Fontainian calamity with disdain and measured how much it had deflated…

Her belly had deflated about a third of its size. Perhaps even less than that.

Grrmmbblle~

Furina’s eyebrow twitched. Her fingers clenched and unclenched. Her teeth grinded against themselves. Her body started to tremble. Sensing their Master about to explode in an entirely different way, the Salon hastily flew to her aid. But were once again too late.

“ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEE!? HOW AM I STILL SO-!” Furina slammed a hand over her mouth before she could scream to the world that she was the cause of the sudden noise disturbance and property damage, and she was still two-thirds full of gas!