Furina's Saxy Showtime V2 Wip 1

Short story turned full story thanks to the generous Patronage of Becq!

Sorry I didn't upload a snippet last month. Time slipped me by! I did write several little things that my best friend archived for me. So I will try to upload a few of those to the Patreon in the next couple days.

Furina's Saxy Showtime

Warnings: Stuffing, Bloating, Hyper Gas, Hyper Scat, Color Gas, Destructive Gas, Hyper Squirting, Silly Physics, Desperation, Embarrassment, Slime Inflation, Ass Expansion, Mild Weight Gain. Mentions of Neuvillette x Furina

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“Hnnnngg~! That wretched foooool! I told her I was fine with my Macaroni Bolognese for the night and she GRGGRRGRLLGRGRLEEE! Nnghh prepared me quite possibly the worst thing of all! A feast! What part of Dinner and Meal does Lumine not understand!?” Furina whined and wailed to herself, not truly meaning any of the insults that left her pouty lips. Truthfully she was ecstatic and oh so grateful that Lumine had thought of her and brought her a heap of Fontainian dishes for Furina to eat for dinner. Furina had tried to tell her no, that there was no room in her tiny fridge for such a grand meal, and Paimon had just insisted that “Well then eat it all at once, heehee~ Better than sitting in your room cooped up doing nothing- I mean- waiting for your next Director job!”.

While Furina had been quite floored with Paimon’s lack of tact… she had agreed with her idea in the end. Lumine had said she had already eaten before delivering the smorgasbord of delights, and Furina did not really have many friends yet… She still didn’t feel like it was appropriate to just send a letter to Clorinde or Neuvillette and call them down to her small, homely house in the after-hours of the day.

So Furina ate all of it by herself. A meal more fitting three grown men than a petite former Faux-Archon.

And already she was regretting it terribly.

GGRLLOOORRRPPP!

“Hmmf… Ohh… Calm down!... Please?” Furina asked her gurgling dome, at first snappy, then quiet and pleading as she rubbed it. But just as Furina held no power over the land of Fontaine anymore, she held no power over her grumbling bloat. Though ask anyone, even the Iudex and defacto ruler of Fontaine, Neuvillette, and they would say Furina still held massive amounts of sway within the land of water and culture.

GLLOORRPPP

And massive amounts of swaying belly too.

As Furina stood up, her belly glorped and swayed like a grouchy Marzipan battering ram. Furina slowly waddled over to her nightlight and turned it off, letting the natural… mid-day light enter her room instead. Ever since she’d watched those horror movies from Liyue she’d needed a night light… and after watching a few recommendations from HuTao she’d practically upgraded her humble nightlight into a night-beacon to keep out the darkness and whatever horrific beasts and murderers might be lurking within her small, affordable home.

Waddling over once more, Furina made her way to her mirror and admired herself. “Hmph~ Even with bedhead I still look like quite the dazzling star~” Furina smiled proudly. Her gorgeous heterochromatic eyes that invoked the shining sea and the darkest depths when looking at them. Her cute hair was bubble white with streaks of seafoam blue. Her slender, lithe form, too cute to be called petite… or it used to be… As Furina stared, her smugness faded into shame as she looked over what her affordable deep blue pajamas could only dream of covering…

A smooth, almost cliff-like chest suddenly transformed into a billowing, bubbling, bloated belly. Furina’s stomach was by far the biggest thing about her. A grouchy grumbling dome that more resembled the bow of a submarine! Her torpedo-like tummy seemed to defy gravity. Gently sloping downwards as it extended nearly three feet out of her petite frame before curving sharply, and gently sloping back to the second biggest part of her body.

“Oohhh… I really have let myself go, haven’t I… Every time someone visits they just keep bringing me food and I just can’t stop myself from eating it…” Furina’s voice had lost all traces of smugness, now on the verge of bawling her eyes out as she stared at her hips and angled herself. Even twisting a tiny bit made her belly swing out like a wrecking ball and disappear from the mirror, replaced by a thing that had been so shapely and cute months before, barely bigger than her flat chest yet now… Her rump.

Her thighs and buttocks had all butt ballooned in size since moving out of the Opera Epiclese with her army of personal, albeit eccentric, amazing chefs. While they were not as big as her tummy currently was. They had become so big Hu Tao and Paimon had both suggested putting dinner plates on them to see if they would stay on! Furina had acted infuriated by their comments, but on the inside she was crying in shame! And that was a month and seven inches of waistline ago!

“Uuunnghh why does it just keep growing!? Soon I won’t even be able to go on stage! Or- or worse! I won’t even fit in my Director’s chair! And why won’t any of that weight go to my chest at least!?” Furina stomped her foot. Her sadness shifted back towards whining grouchiness.

Of course, it wasn’t to say that Furina was fat, far from it. Her face was as petite and sculpted as during her hundreds of years faking her life as the Archon Focalors. Her arms were still as slender as a stick, her feet as dainty as a Ballerina’s or Sea Wisps… It was just this… massive belly and buttocks that had infected her dainty frame and filled it with something downright…

“Erotic…” Furina whispered as she looked at her meaty rear, half sticking out of her pajamas no matter how much she tried to make it fit. Furina knew that was the case. There was no other word quite as fitting her current body than erotic. Perhaps luscious? Or Padded? After all, there was not a trace of cellulite on her rear nor belly, no stretchmarks, no sag. Just three big beautiful orbs as pale as the Moon! While she both loved and hated attention at times… her mood was swinging more towards shame when she spotted everyone staring not at her glimmering talent, but at her wobbling rear!

GGLLOORRRLLGGRROOORRPP!

“Oh hush you! I am trying to languish in misery here and it is quite impossible to wallow in my own thoughts when my obnoxiously glutted belly keeps reminding me of how much of a fool I am!” Furina stomped her foot again as she gave up staring at herself in the mirror and turned around. The mirror dutifully reflected only seventy percent of her massive ass before the rest wobbled off the reflective sheet.

Furina instinctively used her abilities as her Vision shined on her nightstand. A moment later, three members of her Salon shimmered into life before her as she huffed and put on a smile.

“Good morning everyone! We have quite the busy day today! Recitals will be at 3:00 Pm, and then I have a- GGRRGGRLLRGRGLRGLRGE!” Furina stopped and grabbed her belly as it rumbled noisily, a few small bulges rising to the surface of the milky white orb as gas shifted within her. Her face twisted into an adorable scowl as her belly dared interrupt her!

“Ahem! As I was saying. Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin, Mademoiselle Crabaletta, we have quite the- GGLLRGRGOORRRPP!” Furina almost wanted to shriek at her belly as it loudly protested once again.

“Uuggn what do you want!? I ate enough last night to last me a month in calories! Keeping my blood sugar high and my throat wet are one thing, I need that to be a proper star on stage and behind the stage! But keeping my belly bigger than a blubber seal is outright forbidden! Starting today you are going on a diet and I don’t care how much you whine!” Furina scolded her belly, jabbing a finger into it accusingly as her belly rippled and swayed defiantly. Gentilhomme Usher and Surintendante Chevalmarin blooped and bwee’ed at eachother worryingly, while Mademoiselle Crabaletta snapped her pincers together in approval of Furina’s stout will.

But her belly didn’t care.

GRRRROOOUUUUBBBLLLBRRRBRLRRLBRLRB!

Furina grabbed her stomach in distress as it shook. A deep grumble like a mix of whale song and the deep bubbling of a water cooler filled the room. Furina’s pale right eye shut in a wince as her belly continued growling, her dark left eye widening like a pit to the bottom of the sea as a thought struck Furina.

(I haven’t gone to the bathroom yet!) Furina’s brain screamed with clarity as her belly kept grumbling and she felt gas bubbles bursting within her.

Furina suffered from what many in the Opera Epiclese called “Midnight Fragrancing” or in more vulgar words… “Sleep Gas” or in horrifically vulgar words “Furina was prone to horrific bouts of wall-shaking ass-blasting while asleep”.

But lately, for reasons Furina was absolutely one hundred percent unsure of the reason why, her midnight fragrancing had become worse, often leaving her bloated and still full of bubbles in the morning. One such bubble was on its way up now.

*uuuuuuuuuUUUURRRRRRRRRRRR~UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOAAAAAARRRRUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPP!*

Furina daintily put her right hand on her chest as the bubble filled her throat, opening her mouth to delicately let out some unladylike wind… it quickly turned far more than she had prepared for as Furina’s lips flew open from a deep belch that only picked up power and volume as it continued. Soon Furina was daintily standing there, one hand on her hips and the other on her chest, eyes half-lidded as she belched so loudly the walls of her apartment shook.

Finally after nearly forty seconds of belching. Furina’s unladylike throat singing came to an end as she closed her lips, her cheeks turning a remarkable red as she huffed and stared at the room around her. Shimmering across the floor, Furina’s colorful gas flowed like waves on the shoreline. With swirls of light and dark, shades of blue flowed across the floor as Furina couldn’t help but sample a bit of her own fragrance.

Pour La Justice. Eggs, flour, coffee beans, almonds. Together it made a rich, multi-layered coffee cake that dazzled the tongue and nose with swells of flavor that faded into a relaxed richness. Furina whined.

“Hhuungg… it used to be so sweet and now it’s so… refined! When did I start checking my own flavor anyway!? … Ungh this is dreadful. Dreadful!” Furina whined as she subconsciously compared her current fragrance’s flavor to her old one. Her old one was far more preferred to be truthful! It was the flavor of her favorite dish, Fontanilla Mousse! Feeling another belch on the way, Furina quickly composed herself.

“No matter. I have a busy day ahead of me. Some dreadful gas is just gas after all. I’ll just visit the loo and all will be well. And then I suppose an extremely light breakfast will suffice!” Furina said succinctly, a small proud smile on her face as she waddled to her tiny bathroom. Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin, and Mademoiselle Crabaletta did not seem to share her enthusiasm as the floating, watery ball octopus, bubbly seahorse, and armored crab gave each other knowing looks.

With a blurble, bloop, and snip, the three summoned Salon members took off to their own tasks

As Furina waddled towards the bathroom to take care of her remaining Midnight Fragrance, she couldn’t help but keep comparing things… namely how small her hallway was starting to feel as her hips were inching closer and closer to the sides. Perilously close… what if one day she got stuck in her own hallway!? Trapped from the size of her alluring, fertile curvature until she starved to death!? Or-or-or she couldn’t reach the bathroom in time and filled with so much fragrance she burst like a bubble!?

“No, no that’s foolish!” Furina violently shook her head of the horrid thoughts before they could swirl into a maelstrom of bad emotions. Whether it was Lumine and Paimon, Hu Tao, the delivery man, someone begging her to direct their next movie or star in it, or a servant of the Opera Epiclese sent by Neuvillette. Someone was knocking at her door every single day! IF she ever did get stuck, all she needed to do was yell when she heard a guest at the door and she’d be saved.

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