(Elden Ring) Finlay's Fart Feast part 1

Something I am working on in the middle of the much bigger stories. Wanted to get this out there so I keep my schedule of at LEAST one upload a month.

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Warnings: Hyper farts, Stuffing, Yuri, Color fart, Emotional Gas, Bloating, Ass Worship, Fart Inflation.

An older tiny I wanted to post up, archived by my best friend.

This is based mostly on “What if Malenia wasn’t brainwashed by Miquella from the start and she and Finlay got to have a ton of fun together before the shattering and all that happened? And like the Saint of Rot. Malenia was even more beautiful rather than rotting away due to fighting her curse/ Marika found a way to seal the curse inside her like she did Messmer.”

We had debated making a “Elden Ring Prime” Au where several story things were different and might come back to it at some point but for now. Slight Au where Miquella isn’t brainwashing people left and right and is just a good boy while Malenia gets to have free will and her temper mentioned in a few lore pieces before her second Bloom stripped even more emotion out of her and birthed Millicent.

Also hilariously it is canon that Marika hosted feasts a lot apparently, and at one feast Godrick insulted Malenia so she stomped over to him and threatened to kill him unless he kissed her feet and begged, which he did.

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Malenia huffed in anger, damn this stupid feast and this stupid dress!

GGRGRLGLE!

(Gah! Silence you! Breakfast was a few hours ago and you haven’t been quiet since!) Malenia snapped at her tummy as she tried to fit into her outfit once again. A regal golden trimmed dress with rather boyish but still quite charming black and red pants to fit… but unlike how her clothes matched together, her outfit could not fit on her rear!

And once again the pants to match her dress creaked and begged her to stop as her divine rump wouldn’t fit. Uhg, it was embarrassing but she just couldn't get it on herself, it was time to ask for aid before anything ripped… again. “FINLAAAAAY” the demigoddess screamed out, her loyal knight rushing into the room without hesitation

“Lady Malenia! What do you need…oh...” she muttered, staring at the sight before her. Malenia was getting her outfit on for a royal feast tonight hosted by her Mother, after all, no one could say no to the Goddess of the lands, not even her troubled bratty daughter.

Malenia’s poor pants were threatening to burst if even a slight bit more of Malenia’s fat pale globes of ass fat were mashed into them. "I see my lady, no need to explain," Finlay said trying not to laugh and embarrass her more. Malenia nodded as Finlay walked up, gripping the pants as she began to try and yank them up much to...well no avail. Malenia's ass proved too fat, too juicy, too perfect to be contained by the mortal confines known as pants.

"Perhaps I should just find something else to wear..." Malenia muttered, her face as red as her hair as Finlay shook her head. Finlay was impressed her lady was keeping her temper in check and only wished to serve her even more with this endeavor.

"I shall not give up and neither shall you my lady, we shall not be mmmf bested by hrrrng stubborn articles of clothing!" Finlay said as she tried to pull them up more, basically causing her to squish and wobble Malenia’s enormous cheeks inches from her face. Oh, how Finlay wished to just slam her head into that cavernous crack, to nibble and kiss her lady's ass, to indulge in its divinity. But no, not now, she had a job to do! However, the squishiness of her butt gave Finlay an idea, an idea that totally, absolutely was born from a place of loyalty and not pure sapphic desire for her Master and Commander. "Forgive me my lady but this requires a hands-on approach!" She said before using one hand to pull up the pants and the other to squish and mash her lady’s titanic rear into their tight fitting home.

“Uunf~ Finl-“ Malenia moaned before slapping her hand over her mouth, trying to hide her clear pleasure as Finlay all but played with her ass. However, a bit of annoyance also crept into Malenia’s heart. Why was Finlay groping her rotund rear when she needed to get dressed! Now was not the time for her Cleanrot Knight’s perversions to take hold! However, the plan was working! Soon Finlay fully got the pants onto Malenia, and with no rips too!

"Haha, we did it!" Finlay laughed, cheeks red as she stood back up. Proud of her handsy handiwork. Malenia’s enormous rear looked gorgeous even when placed into more manly clothes like the pants she’d chosen. Finlay could only drool at the thought of how good she would look in lacy tights or a skirt… or with nothing on at all~.

Malenia was blushing but smiled "Yes, and now with this done we can spend a bit of the evening in peace before-“ Malenia’s gut gurgled for the tiniest second… and the Princess of Rot was instantly shaken by more sweet and sour gas bubbling up inside of her. Her unique mixture of sugary strawberries and sour cherries. BBBBBRRRRRPRPPPPPPRTHH~ One of Malenia's unfortunately common farts bellowed out her ass at that exact moment, causing the back of her already struggling pants to explode and reveal her wobbling ass, free once more now with red gas bubbling out of it. The poor pants had torn in two, still clinging onto her hips but providing no cover whatsoever for the jiggling goddess junk pouring out between the seems…

Malenia's face went as red as her hair once more as she put her face into her hands. “Aaagh! Damn this foul ass and this obnoxious fruity wind! Of COURSE, I had to fart! I barely even felt that one coming it was so small! But NOOOO even that was enough to tear my pants asunder! Finlaaaay! Fix this!” Malenia pouted and whined as Finlay struggled not to have a girl-gasm at the sight of her beloved’s massive jiggling ass slightly freed from its confines. After a bit of help, Finlay tore the defeated clothing completely off as she fought to keep her loyalty in check with her lust.

Finlay finally sighed, putting on as much of a regal, loyal, proper Knight’s persona as she could. “It’s alright my lady, there is still plenty of time before the dinner. I shall fetch you some new clothes, perhaps the Goddess has some clothes that might properly fit your ass- I mean assets!” Finlay coughed out a correction as her face reddened, the towering Demigoddess glared at her, but nodded.

“Fine. I’ll go with you. Mother might be busy with Lord Godfrey still. Though we could get Miquella to sew me a larger size…” Malenia pondered, longing to see her twin brother, but he was busy visiting their other siblings at the moment and even if he rushed back through a Grace, he wouldn’t be able to come back in time to fix her pants. Instead, Malenia shook her head. Mother’s wardrobe it was… though now there was a chance her clothes would be too BIG for her instead of too small…

Malenia grabbed a new set of underwear, white boxers that were much less flattering but far more fitting for her trumpeting titan of a rump. Then, with only a shirt and panties on, Lady Malenia exited her room quickly as Finlay followed gladly, a look of bliss on her face as any time she spent with her beloved was wonderful, whether that be on the battlefield or in her bedroom. Of course… being behind Lady Malenia was a reward in and of itself as Malenia’s ass jiggled with every step, the Demigoddess sneaking through the castle for a change of clothes before a servant spotted her walking around with her rear unbound.

Though sneaking was not exactly Lady Malenia’s strong suit… As all that powerwalking was stirring up bubbles in her bowels over and over again. Mother’s love… what did that breakfast do to her tummy? She was always disgustingly gassy… but now her butt couldn’t stop tooting for more than a minute!

*FFFFFRRRPPPP~! PPPRRRRPPPPPBPBPBPLLPPBBPPL~! BBBBRRRRTTT! FFFFFFFRRRRRRRFFFFF! PPRRRRRRRRT!*

Each bubble of her bouncing buttocks warbled and shook her cheeks, making them jiggle in her panties as she graced Finlay with more fruity wind over and over. Her attempts at stealth very clearly failing as several servants saw, heard, and smelled her after a particularly loud yet short blast nearly took her new panties off as well. Every time Malenia ripped ass, Finlay’s panties started to get a bit wetter… and Lady Malenia’s temper rose another degree.

"This is. Nng PRrrrRRFFRRT pathetic! Why am I even going to this event?! Last time we shared a great banquet... You know what happened! Does Mother want to embarrass me more!? UGH! PPPRRRAAAAAP!" Malenia groaned as her butt bubbled a noisy Empyrean quack as the two walked down the hallway. Finlay had warned the other servants who’d come checking in on the noises to clear the halls lest they see the ruling contender for strongest heir in all her embarrassing glory, and then subsequently face her divine fury. If there were three kids of the Goddess’ who should never be angered, it was Malenia, Radahn, and Messmer… of course, that didn’t mean Ranni or Miquella were wise to insult either. Those two had other ways of dealing with those who belittled or befouled them.

Finlay was struggling not to start outright drooling on the floor like a dog as Malenia’s unchecked temper was making her gas bubble out even more frequently. Lady Finlay had studied her Master’s ass and bowels extensively, half on the order of Lady Marika herself, and half out of perverted curiosity and diligence. And still, she didn’t know how Malenia could go days without farting once on the battlefield, only to fart up a storm when she had a temper tantrum at home! "Of course, my Lady, I remember quite well. You feasted quite heavily on the-"

"Not that! I told you to forget that! I meant that pathetic mongrel Godrick who dared insult me and those foul twins snickering in tune! At least Radahn and Ranni were interesting to talk to." Malenia tried to hide the flush in her face at the mention of the after-effects of the banquet. Though Finlay could picture it as bright as day. Malenia and Marika had both stuffed themselves quite a bit, earning a few snide remarks from Lady Ranni, which Malenia had accepted, and a crude remark by the great-grandchild Godrick which was immediately taken to great offense.

Calling Malenia and Marika bloated pigs was somewhat okay when veiled as a compliment by the beautiful and cunning Ranni, as she likened their rotund bellies as symbols of fertility, but when outright stated by the ugly fool Godrick? It was as if being spit in the face!

Malenia's gurgling gut may have burst from her dress moments later, but it did nothing to hinder the ferocity and power in the Demigoddess' body as she stood over the wailing cretin, sword impaled in one of his many hands and straight into the floor. Radahn had laughed and offered to help while Rykard simply sighed and kept eating. Ranni watched with fascination at how Malenia's stomach grumbled and grew another inch even as she dug The Severer even deeper into Godrick's palm. The Hand of Malenia was stained with blood as the Demigoddess growled in fury, until Godrick's tears and Marika's simple command "Quiet now, Malenia." Brought Malenia to her senses.

Malenia quickly calmed herself but did not let Godrick get up until he apologized for his crimes. The pathetic fool cried like a child and even kissed her feet while proclaiming his guilt and begging for her mercy!

After that, Malenia excused herself promptly and returned to sulk in her room. Though her and Marika’s immense feasting was on par with Radahn's, despite their much smaller forms, meaning the Empyrean and the Goddess were quite full of gas afterward. Malenia’s digestive farts trumpeted her chambers all night long as Finlay gave her company and care. The two bonded quite a bit over it which Malenia and Finlay both appreciated, but Malenia herself would rather have burned the memory from her mind than remember just how shameful she had behaved while farting hard enough to shake a good portion of the castle… Then there was Mother’s farts which were on their own scale entirely! Citizens all over Leyndell thought an earthquake was happening! Or that the dragons were attacking again!

"And now we're supposed to have another great meal with the Carians and the Nobles from the Frosty Peaks as well! I can only imagine how much they will- FFFFFFFRRRRT!  Dammit!" Malenia swore as she grabbed her gurgling belly, another airy ‘toot’ flying from her rump and spraying Finlay and the hallway with fruity red fog. "I haven't even eaten that much, and this accursed stomach is already plaguing me! I shall tell Mother I am not going." Malenia made up her mind, her bubbly bottom still jiggling as she quickly stomped in the other direction. Finlay hurriedly fell behind her, her arousal ceasing for a moment at Malenia’s words.

"But my lady, you know Queen Marika will want you there and on your best behavior, after all, you are an Empyrean, my lady! She expects you to be one who could eventually take her place as Goddess of these lands!" Finlay nervously tried to convince Malenia to not complain to her Godly mother. Marika did not openly have the temper Malenia had, but Finlay knew from experience that Marika certainly possessed it inside her, and perhaps even several leagues worse of a temper. Disobeying her orders was a good way to wind up sentenced to some form of punishment with a smile, a punishment that is always worse than it seemed at first. While Marika did not usually extend those punishments to her beloved children… Finlay had been punished several times for Malenia’s outbursts and even though she was fiercely loyal to Malenia, she did not wish to suffer those fates again simply because of a dinner!

"Silence Finlay! I am going to tell BRRRAAAAAP Nng! I am going to tell Mother that I cannot FFRRROOORRRT Oooh. GGRRGGLLE I will not go to this stupid BBBRRRRRRT Why can't I stop fouling myself, Finlay!?!" Malenia stopped and grabbed her ass cheeks angrily. Her beautiful face looked full of malice as she squeezed her fat globes, and yet all Finlay could see was a divine pout that demanded love and attention. Finlay's heart thumped in her chest as the Cleanrot Knight felt like she was moments away from diving into that big angry ass. Finlay smothered her salacious thoughts she grabbed her lady's hand and kissed it.

"Quiet yourself, my lady. You are only working yourself up more. Remember, your stomach sometimes reacts to your temper, but this needn’t be that big of a problem. Perhaps you are simply a bit windier than normal after a nice morning meal, but that is nothing to fret over. Even Lady Ranni and Lady Melina, even fair Miquella and Lady Rennala have accidentally released some winds at Marika’s great feasts. And your wind is anything but foul, my Lady. It is as sweet as your kindness, with a sourness to match your flaming hair and heart~ All your crimson winds are missing is a touch of your golden grace~” Finlay went on, accidentally waxing some poetry to the grumpy demigod as Malenia stared at her. Her temper waxing and waning as her blush grew from Finlay’s words.

“You’re prosing again, you idiot…” Malenia grumbled as Finlay smiled and stopped.

“Forgive me, my Lady. Beauty such as yours deserves to be known in song and art… Ahem. However, I must still warn you against speaking to your mother about denying her request. I will be right beside you at the banquet, and if you prefer, I shall be quite deft with my hand smacks to prevent you from overeating this time~” Finlay giggled at the end as Malenia’s glare returned before she stifled a laugh of her own. Her anger faded as quickly as it had risen, and with it, her gut also began to calm down.

"Hah... Thank you, Finlay. But I still will not go. Let that fool Rellana steal the show as she obviously pines for brother Messmer. I will not shame myself again. Now then.” Malenia kept going, heading to Marika's chamber to complain, rather like a spoiled daughter. Malenia let out a few more blasts of gas at Finlay, and one belch where she needed to lean against the wall as her lips flapped. Her cheeks flushed as her anger flared before Finlay quickly soothed her once more. Soon Malenia was in front of Queen Marika's door, the winds of the upper palace flapping in her hair and making her even more embarrassed as she realized her ass was still out with only her boxers to provide her some dignity. Boxers that had started out white and were quickly starting to turn a shade of pink from absorbing so much fruity flatulence.

The Door opened and Malenia quickly strode inside, followed closely by her most loyal Knight. "Ah, my daughter! … What brings you here without your dressings? The Banquet is only a few hours away. The guests have already arrived." Marika spoke gently but with purpose. As if every word were calculated with blessings and venom in mind. Finlay's heart beat like a bird trapped in a cage as she kneeled before the Goddess, Marika gave her a quick glance and her golden eyes were more than enough to make Finlay's heart stop for a moment. Like two golden suns, the Goddess’ eyes bored into her. Full of love, and kindness, but also full of a power not even Malenia and Radahn could compare to. And swirling deep within those golden gems was something that clawed at Finlay’s heart. Hatred, Pain, Malice, Rage, Power. Finlay couldn’t even begin to imagine what had happened to set such emotions into Marika’s eyes.

The wrath of a Goddess who had lost her first family, and would let nothing touch her second one. A Goddess who’d erased her enemies from history itself. Not even her eldest son Messmer knew all of the horrors that swirled behind Marika’s golden gaze.

Being in a room with two goddesses was about as much as Finlay could take, even as the most famed of the Cleanrot Knights. Malenia and Marika’s figures were as imposing as they were alluring. Divinity. That was all that could be ascribed to their forms. Malenia with shining eyes of gold, massive honey-drop breasts that defied gravity, a rear that rippled, wobbled, jiggled, and crushed with the divine duality of a pillow and a boulder, a towering, toned body lithe yet stuffed with muscles underneath. Both effeminate yet powerful. With a gorgeous, sharp face that was often wreathed in a cute scowl, but held an even more wonderful smile, and a body that men and women alike would kill themselves just to see her curves hugged by her dresses… And Marika had all that and more with the added weight and allure of motherhood. Her breasts hung heavy and full, her rear even fuller, a soft kindness hung to her stomach, but her face was even sharper than Malenia’s, and her golden eyes had a depth that drowned out all others. Malenia’s golden eyes were like staring into the sun and basking in it, or burning in it… But Marika’s were like drowning in an abyss of gold that swallowed everything else in it’s blinding light.

Finlay stopped and breathed… how much time had passed since Marika had simply gazed at her and put her in a trance? Seconds? A minute? Hours? Finlay turned her head to her lady instead and sighed in relief as it seemed only moments had passed.

Malenia had no such problem being in her Mother’s presence. She was able to bear that radiant aura much more comfortably, though even she knew to be careful with her wording. Just because her mother spoiled her sweet and rotten, did not mean her Mother hadn’t grounded her before. Or punished others because of her… “Mother, I come to inform you that I will not be attending the banquet tonight. I ask for your forgiveness, and that I may-“

“And why is that, Malenia?” Marika’s sweet, powerful voice cut her off. Marika was not angry… not yet. In fact, she looked so bored she could sleep, but still, Malenia faltered in front of it. It was… harder than she thought to say no to her mother. Though she sensed no hostility from her Mother at all, Malenia felt a childish stutter returning to her at knowingly disobeying her Mother’s wishes. Mommy’s powerful princess had a hard time standing on her own two legs without someone telling her what to do.

“I…I do not wish to s-subject myself to the presence of those f-fools that call themselves Nobles.” Malenia said quickly, not her true reason to avoid dinner, but not a lie either. Finlay broke into a cold sweat as Marika’s gaze lingered back over to her.

“I see… if you do not wish to go, then I will not force you, my Love. You may return to your room then.” Marika said sweetly as Malenia smiled in relief.

“Thank you, Mother!” Malenia replied before her tummy grumbled, now in front of her Mother. GRgrrggrgllLLEE! Malenia quickly clenched her bottom.

“But I must ask. You do not wish to be in the presence of fools who wronged you before, that I can understand. But is it because you lack control of yourself? Is that why my beautiful daughter is parading her bottom around the palace and dragging her servant with her? To show me that you wish to behave like my little princess again, rather than a ruling woman? If you’d like, you can come sit on my lap, Malenia.” Marika’s words were as sweet as honey yet stabbed like a blade into Malenia’s heart. Making her feel like a whimpering child in front of her mother. Even worse… a tiny part of her did want to cuddle up with her Mother like how they used to before Godrick came around and Marika had Godwyn…

“N-No Mother I-I-I just-“ Malenia struggled to think properly as she began to flounder on the spot. Despite being far taller than the average mortal, the towering demigoddess with her bare bottom and shirt on seemed as small as a kitten when scolded by her Mother. Only three other people could do this to her: Finlay with her lust, love, and comfort that confused her at times. Miquella, whom she admired and loved like no other, and her teacher, The Blue Swordsman, who taught her to control herself on the battlefield and handed her the techniques of the Waterfowl Dance.

GGRGRRGRGLLLREEE!

“Yes, Malenia? What is it?” Marika put a hand against her cheek as her arm rested against the corner of her grand golden bed. The craftsmen had painstakingly made sure it was as tough as a Demigod’s skin, yet as supple as a cloud, or Marika’s bosom, and as golden and silky as her hair. “Malenia. Do not bumble like a fool. What is wrong?” Marika asked again as Malenia’s cheeks began to burn. Even though her mother was only asking out of care, Marika was so imposing that her gaze now bore into her as well. It made Malenia half want to run out of the room apologizing to her mother, and half run up to her mother crying she was sorry for upsetting her so Marika could rub her head until she relaxed. Even worse… her tummy was winding up again! Malenia was desperately clenching her ass, even shaking her hips a bit in a bid to keep her gas in check in front of her Mother!

All that strife in her emotions was setting her already agitated stomach aswirl again as Malenia’s belly twisted into knots… and twisted a few gas bubbles out.

GRRBRGGRRBBBLLOOORRRRBBBLBLLLBRLEE!

“I- Well, Mother I just-“ Malenia was finding it even harder to speak, and even harder to hold in her bowels as her nerves frayed even more. Her strikingly beautiful hip swaying was becoming an adorable little fart dance as her rear yearned to cry out.

(Mistress! Please control yourself!) Finlay prayed to both her Goddesses, the Vermillion Goddess right in front of her whom she loved, and the Golden Goddess currently scaring her Goddess half to death completely by accident. Marika’s eyes narrowed as her care was starting to turn into annoyance at not being answered before Malenia’s big rumbly booty finally spoke up for them both.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRR-VVVVVVVVVVVVV-bvbvbvbbvbvvvbbbbbrbrbrbrbr-BBBBBBBbbBBbbbbbbrrrrbrbrbrrbbbbbRRrrrrbbrb-BBBBBRBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!

Malenia’s ass sounded like a foghorn compared to the quiet of the room as her rear trumpeted, and it stuttered almost as much as she did. Starting off airy, then warbling through her meaty goddess glutes before quieting down, almost making it seem as if she’d stop shaming herself, before transforming yet again into a bubbly ripper that happily began chewing up her boxers and turning them a darker shade of red, before finally ending on a loud, stunning divine duck call that nearly made her ass clap on itself. Malenia’s face blazed as red as her hair, or her flatulence, as she couldn’t even speak. Wide-eyed like a doe as the usually stoic warrior had just ripped a nonstop barrage of flatulence right in her Mother’s room!

Malenia’s plush behind smoked with ruby red as Finlay’s heart froze. Half in lust at her Lady’s ass being sooo lewd and juicy and bubbly~! And half in mortal terror as Marika stared at them both.

“I see.” Marika stated calmly as Malenia’s mind swirled like the petals of an Aeonia. What did that mean!? Was her Mother furious? Was she understanding? Was she feeling pity for her daughter? Why was it such a short answer to such a long fart!?

Malenia held her breath for a moment longer to try and figure out what “I see” meant and when her brain became as frazzled as her tummy. She felt the urge to speak out. “M-M-Mother I-I-I-“ Malenia couldn’t speak!? Instead, she just felt a knot tightening in her belly as her stress only compounded on the gas in her guts!

RRRRRMRMMMMBBBBLLLOOOORRRRRP!

The entire room shook as another stomach made its own plight known. A deep, divine roar of a beast trapped under inches of motherly softness. Malenia’s and Finlay’s eyes widened as Marika moaned softly and put a hand on her turbulent tummy. Both of them had been scared senseless before and were now scared for a different reason as they’d just witnessed the Goddess’ shameful belly grumble.

Marika sat up after her tummy finished roaring, a small wince on her divine beauty as she rubbed her belly a bit longer until the fifteen-second growl ended peacefully. Marika looked at her daughter and Finlay. Finlay felt like a lamb beside a wolf, and a Dragon had just landed in front of them both. But when Marika spoke up, it was nothing but comforting.

“Oooogh… I see Breakfast isn’t agreeing with you either, my Love. I am told it was the strange herbs used on the Lamb we had. The Chefs have already been warned to have it corrected by tonight’s feast. Do not fret, my lovely flower.” Marika’s voice flooded the room with warmth as Malenia nodded, her cheeks still burning with shame as a few tears threatened to spill from her golden eyes. She felt a hundred years younger! About to cry in shame in front of her Mommy!

GGRRGRGMMBBLLEE!

“M-Mother!” Malenia was struggling to hold in her embarrassment and another big fart… As Marika held out her hand. Malenia instinctively knew what to do… A few humiliating tears rolled down her cheeks as Malenia strode forwards and lowered her head so her Mother could pat it.

“There, there, my scarlet bloom. Do not mar your grace with tears. Do you desire more comfort?” Marika’s voice dripped like honey into Malenia’s childish impulses as she had to fight to shake her head no. If she grabbed her Mother and was clutched in her warm embrace… she’d never be able to look Finlay in the eyes again!

Even now, Finlay couldn’t believe what she was seeing as it burned into her memory forever. And it made the loyal Cleanrot Knight who’d split men in two with her sword, and cleaved a wave of foes with one swing of her Halo Scythe almost squeal like a little girl seeing her love, her hero, her Goddess show a side rarer than the Blue Moon!

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRR-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT~!*

Malenia’s butt nervously began letting out more sweet and sour fog as her Mother pat her head, before the comforting love made her muscles relax and let her gas ramp up in volume and length as a long, windy bellow transformed Malenia’s white boxers red forevermore.

“M-Mommy! S-stop!” Malenia whispered in shame as more golden tears fell down her cheeks. Marika realized she’d accidentally been humiliating her daughter in front of her beloved Commander as she pulled her hand back, and seven seconds later Malenia’s ass finished crying as well.

“Sorry, My Love. Now… In light of both of our stomachs… I will postpone the banquet by one hour, so you should have plenty of time to deal with your-“ FFFFFRRRRT! Marika didn’t even acknowledge Malenia’s ass interrupting her. “ -trouble and find sufficient dressing before supper. But, My Daughter…” Marika’s voice turned a bit scolding now.

“There is no excuse for parading your bottom around the palace. You are not a child anymore, nor a sow and I will not allow it. You are an Empyrean, a ruling woman with her own land, and most of all, one of my beloved Children, and you will act like it. When the banquet comes, you will be polite and proper, there will be no outbursts, no fighting, no arguments with Rennala and her nobles, no taunting Messmer and Rellana, and no warring words with Ranni. You will be on your best behavior. Ah, I almost forgot, Miquella sent word that he will be coming to the Banquet as well.” Marika finished her declaration off with wonderful news as Malenia looked up, a smile blooming on her face despite her scolding as her beloved Twin would be there!

“Finlay.” Marika’s words startled both the Cleanrot Commander herself and Malenia. Why was Mother calling her out by name!? Finlay wondered if she was about to be hauled off to the gallows for allowing Malenia to be shamed!

“You are Malenia’s most powerful, most loyal, and most beloved servant are you not? Not just my daughter’s blade or shield, but her Handmaiden, her… bedside companion, correct?” Marika spoke with no room for her statement to be responded to as Malenia and Finlay realized the Goddess knew all about their little secret!

“Finlay. Do not let her get away with her childish antics forever. Or else she will never become a Goddess. When she takes you as her Consort, you must learn how to reign her in properly~. Now, you two are dismissed. I shall have a new dress sent to your room in two hours, Malenia. One that will fit properly.” Marika finished her statement and with a wave of her hand, the great doors behind them opened. The meeting between mother and daughter, empress and princess, Goddess, and demigoddess was over.

Malenia and Finlay were both stunned on what to do next as both their faces were a shining display of crimson. Finlay was the first to speak up. “Thank you, Your Grace! Let us go, My Lady!” Finlay managed to speak, sweating like a dog in her armor.

Malenia was struggling with another whirlwind of emotions and took a moment to respond. Her Mother knew about her and Finlay! Her Twin was coming for dinner! She was scolded like a kid despite being centuries old! She was still so gassy and now knew the culprit was one of the chefs! Malenia’s lips curled as words tried to come out, before her stomach gurgled again and Marika’s eyebrow raised.

Malenia turned around and walked out of her Mother’s chambers as fast as she could before she started throwing a tantrum or bawling her eyes out or farting her red boxers clean off. Finlay hastily got up, bowed, and followed after her like a puppy on a leash.

After the doors closed shut, Marika had a warm smile on her face as she fanned some of the strawberry and sour cherry gas away from her face and adjusted her posture. “Hmph~ What a hopeless daughter. She always comes running to me or Miquella when the slightest problem happens.” Marika’s teasing words were full of nothing but love as she spread her legs wider, her smile fading into a cold glare as her black dress tightened.

GGGRRGRGLLLLLLLOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP!

Hidden by her expertly tailored dress, just like the one she was having sent to Malenia’s room later, Marika sported a pregnant sphere of a Goddess’ gut. But her’s was not full of child… this time, it was full of rampaging holy wind aching to come out. With her legs spread, her dome of a belly filled the empty space and growled like a beast once more, pleading with the Goddess to let out some much-needed wind, and warning her that if she didn’t, it would come out all on its own anyways later.

BBLBLLLOOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!

“Ugh… be quiet already. I already heard you.” Marika spoke cruelly to her whining tummy as the room quaked once again. Her cheeks flushed a soft golden glow as her bowels rumbled louder than her Daughter’s rear just had! Every servant, guard, and diplomat in the castle knew that when her children had truly bad bowels, even the roars of a Dragon paled in comparison. And they knew the Goddess’ bowels were even worse than that. When one of her poor, bloated daughters farted so powerfully it cracked castle walls like siege machines. Their Mother was doing her best to hold back gas that would wipe that area off the map entirely!

Of course, saying that Marika or her children had bad wind was a one-way trip to the torture chambers.

Marika’s belly bloated another inch into her abyssal dress as she huffed. Even with the power of a Goddess, she couldn’t hold in all this gas forever… Adjusting her titanic motherly rump into her bed. Marika prepared to muffle a gale-force fart as best she could, unable to see her tummy bloating out past her divine milk factories, her breasts never having turned off their productivity ever since her first pregnancy so long ago, she could still feel her dress tightening by the moment as her gas swirled around inside her.

“Mmph.” Marika softly grunted and tried to carefully push some gas out. Coming from the Goddess, the noise was so alluring that it had driven several into a lustful frenzy when Godfrey had sneakily groped her rear during a banquet long ago. Marika braced her rear for a ‘small’ bout of flatulence… only for her throat to bulge as her eyes widened.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP~!

A divine roar of golden gas rippled from her wonderful lips. Making her chamber atop the palace quake as her wind put the crafters of her Capital to the test. The walls designed to withstand the siege of dragons now had to withstand the gas bellowing from her lips as Marika’s belch sounded like a continuous crack of thunder in her room.

A thousand times louder than any mortal could dream of producing, her ‘small’ belch rattled on and on as the Goddess’ wind kept going. Her stomach happily deflated a small amount as over half of the Upper Palace heard Marika’s throat-throttling Goddess gas. As the seconds passed and her belch kept going, Marika curled a few of her toes as the pleasure urged her to keep going. But she knew from experience that the walls could only handle so much gas at once and if her burp grew any bigger, or she farted at the same time she belched, then she’d have to start another rebuilding project…

Outside, Malenia and Finlay were nearly back in the sheltered tunnels of the Upper Palace when they heard Marika’s belch. Malenia felt a tiny bit of girlish comfort at the fact that her Mother was indeed suffering from bad gas just like she was, which let her feel a bit of relief let out a trumpeting toot right in front of Finlay, the sound only barely heard over Marika’s belch even through a dozen walls and some distance between them! Poor Finlay had to struggle not to clench her thighs however as her Lady’s boxers struggled to breath with so much ass stuffed inside them as her Lady thought she could fart in silence.

After a minute of gracing her bedroom and part of the Upper Palace in her Golden Gas that fell like snow and smelled like Honey and Lightning. Marika’s holy burp finished as she sighed in relief and adjusted herself. Her large bubbly belly still sitting heavy and full of wind between her thunder thighs, but for a moment, both it and she were content. While a bit annoyed at preparing for a fart and being startled by a belch, Marika was content to rub her massive stomach. Imagining it full of life instead of full of wind.

“Should I check that they replaced tonight’s stew?” A voice appeared behind Marika that nearly made her leap into the air for a moment before her face turned into a pouting scowl. Without turning around, her eyes gazed at the wall to where the Upper Palace kitchens should be… if they hadn’t replaced that tainted stew likely filled with the same Lamb and herbs that had done this to her… It was celebratory if the Queen and her children feasted themselves into bloated messes due to getting caught up with the atmosphere, but it was hell to pay if it was the ingredients that did it to them instead!

“Melina!” Marika snapped as the voice behind her materialized in front of her. Smoldering butterflies flitting in and out of existence as her daughter gave a warm, wry smile as if she had done no wrong.

“Mother~” Melina gazed at her Mother innocently.

“How many times have I told you to stop skulking around the shadows! You know I hate being surprised!” Marika snapped as Melina nodded patiently, fully intent to keep doing it.