Misha's Monumental Moment V2 p7

The fart.

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“Nnnggghhh I need a showeeeer!” Misha cried out as he stood up-

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-And instantly regretted it.

“GHHH~!?” Misha gasped and whimpered as the mother of all rumbles took over him as he stood. The beast in his belly had grown into a Titan. No. A Catastrophe! And Quinn had broken its cage wide open.  

Misha’s tail shot straight up as both his hands shot to his stomach and the crushing power of his belly grumble took over him. The need. The pressure. The strain. The fullness. Everything hit him at once as Misha’s strawberry volcano bulged. All the while the rumbling of his bowels, no, the roar of the Catastrophe inside him, was so strong it could easily have been heard from a few hundred feet away as Misha’s eyes shut tight, his lips curled in desperation, and he gave into the urge to poop right then and there standing up.

Several chunks of the walls and ceiling began to crack and fall down just from the sheer force of Misha’s growling tummy as the pregnant-looking bunny boy was puppeted by his own stomach. As if, deep inside him, Misha was wrapped in thick black chains by the behemoth in his bowels, bending him to its will however it wanted. And he would submit. He had to submit. The beast in his bowels yanked the chains as Misha bent forwards, crying in need as an unseen but definitely felt force was in total control of him. Misha’s butt and balls wobbled excitedly as Misha’s desperate brain tried to do anything it could to make this situation bearable for his already overloaded mind. So… it conjured an image. The beast in his bowels transformed from some rampaging monster inside him… into Quinn.

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“Give in. Give it all to me. Go on Mishee. Unload everything right here. Right now!”  The Quinn in his mind whispered to him, rubbing his stomach with one hand and pulling on his chains with another. Whispering into his big fluffy bunny ears as the imagined Quinn licked the tears off his cheeks before yanking the chains once again. Squeezing Misha’s belly and ass even tighter as he didn’t dare try fighting against the chains. He only wanted to submit to this even more dominant Quinn than the real one. The pressure in his stomach became painful, unbearable, and yet the fake Quinn yanked the chains even harder while she rubbed his belly, her tail playfully slapping his huge ass over and over and making it ripple between the black bindings. Every time the fake Quinn did, Misha whimpered and cried out, wanting to submit even more. To stop being played with and hurt, and yet his tail wagged as hard as Quinn’s normally did, his cock was throbbing and ready to blow all over again… and in his vision, his golden eyes were swirling as he had a broken smile on his face.

Misha couldn’t even begin to comprehend the feverish vision his body was giving him to help him process his horrific embarrassment. There was no way HE was that perverted. Right? Right!?

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“Hurry up Mishee~ I’m done asking! Stop being a brat and tear this entire place down! Give in. Give in. Give in. Give in! GIVE IN! GIVE IN!”  The fake Quinn yelled into his sensitive ears, smacking his ass over and over as it rippled and he cried out in bliss and agony. Begging her to stop, that he’d be good, that he wasn’t a brat! Finally, the fake Quinn kissed him as the chains melted away. His roaring stomach grew foot after foot ass grew foot after foot as the beast thrashed inside him, the fake Quinn spread his enormous girly butt wide as Misha yearned to submit to her. To be a good boyfriend and take the biggest shit he’d ever had just like Quinn wanted! He could feel it… all he had to do was push and he would bury the entire Latrepolis and make his girlfriend so happy… all he had to do was push!

Misha’s eyes opened as the belly grumble ended. A nearly forty-second-long earthquake of a belly rumble had just passed through him. But he’d survived. He hadn’t shit. Hadn’t even belched or farted. His dignity was… shattered but recoverable! Around Misha, the Moving Stone, Magitech bathroom was pretty much in shambles, a good 70% of the ceiling was now on the floor and trying to piece itself back together. And two of the walls were chunks of glowing and sparking rock… Misha took a quick scan of the area and realized somehow, all the toilets were destroyed! Either cracked entirely or just about falling apart. How did a belly grumble do THAT!?!?

All of the toilets were destroyed… except one toilet. The one he’d been sitting on before. The one that was big enough, strong enough, sturdy enough to take his ass and everything it could give. At least, Jirokk had said so.

Misha was about to very carefully waddle to the Temple, cry his eyes out, and await Quinn’s resurrection when it happened. Movement inside him. As if the gorgeous femboy who looked like a full-term mother had just gone into labor.

FFRRRT!

“Heeee!? EEEH! I- nnNNG!” Misha whimpered as a tiny little fart escaped his backdoor. A plump, pillowy, volcano-shaped donut of a backdoor that was glowing as much as his stomach! The horrible vision that was a hundred times more perverted than Misha was- honestly!- came back to him in full as he remembered Fake Quinn’s words. Silent. Mouthing a command, not to him, but to his big fat butt that was so eager to please.

Push

Misha doubled over. His stomach hit the floor as his cock throbbed with a newfound need. FFFRRRRRRRRRRRRT! His ass rippled like jello, clapping quietly against itself, growing thicker with every clap. Clap An inch at a time. CLAP! His butt… HIS BUTT WAS GROWING!  

Misha’s face was pure need and terror as he aimed his ass at the only toilet that had survived. He was about to blow right now. He’d never needed to shit so bad before in his life!

(NNNGG Nooooo! Iraheiiiii pleeeassee save meeeeeee! I’m scaaaared! HHyyeee it’s too big it’s too big It’s coming out! Quiiiiiin I’m gonna pooooop!) Misha squealed in his head as he grabbed his growing rump as best he could, pathetically small farts simply flowing freely out of his donut no matter how hard he tried to hold it. To stop the incoming eruption. But with every fart the feeling of shit crushing and crunching through his pipes grew worse. Heading towards his backdoor.

It was inevitable. Like the judgment of sinners. The slaying of a giant beast. The coming of the tide. He was going to fart until he was all out of gas. And then he was going to shit wherever he was standing and sitting. And it would be a mountain.

CLAP!

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CLAP!

Each fart was louder than the last as his ass clapped harder with every burst of golden wind. And yet Misha could tell this was nothing but a sign, a warning. Misha was only a few steps away from the toilet. But those steps seemed to stretch on forever as Misha’s ass gushed bigger and bigger farts, his butt surging in size from the already ridiculously fertile birthing hips he had before to true seat-swallowing, toilet-crushing, couch-filling proportions. His titanic bubble butt was over five feet wide and clapping from his own farts as Misha stepped in slow motion.

Clap!

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Clap!

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CLAP!

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His salvation was so close yet so far away. His gorgeous hands clenched into fists as he didn’t even notice his cock was splurting cum once again. Glowing golden cum splurted onto the toilet seat as Misha couldn’t move another inch. His ass was trumpeting louder and louder as Misha’s belly hit the toilet first, the Icon’s Throne squeezed against his glowing torpedo tummy and pushed it in just half of an inch.

 Big mistake.

The tiniest bit of added pressure to his guts brought the vision searing to the forefront of his mind. The chains. Fake Quinn. The Pressure. The Pain. The Bliss~.

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“GGHHE! Ahhn~! AHHN!” Misha cried out as his knees gave out. His hands slipped on the cum covered toilet as his ass began erupting in earnest now. He was cumming from farting agaiiiiin! Misha’s ass vibrated from the deep bassy expulsion of golden gas, of delicious heavenly fog. His throbbing donut and expanded ass both quaked as his beautiful butt played a Euphonium in the room, filling the air with the beautiful noise of Misha’s divine wind. The scent, no, the flavor of Golden Honey Apples and Prismatic Iron filled the air as Misha’s Euphonium kept blaring. Getting more and more bassy as Misha farted down the crumbling remains of the wall behind his ass, filling the entire bathroom with Golden Gas as it fogged out to the nearby areas.

Misha grabbed the toilet earnestly this time, knees buckling as he kept cumming. His cock throbbed over and over as thick golden SPLLUURRCHs of cum kept shooting all over his lower belly and the toilet seat. Thoroughly coating his savior with divine glowing ambrosia. Misha panted. Waiting for his fart to end… for the onslaught of relief to give him a moment of reprieve so he could slam his ass on the cum coated toilet… his huge fat butt wobbling lewdly as his euphony kept serenading the bathroom for a few more seconds. Finally, it ended as Misha took a deep breath and slammed his ass down onto the toilet.

His giant ass devoured the entire toilet in one go. His booty already spilled over the edges before, but now? Feet of ass spilled over the edges, demanding to be loved and pampered and spanked like the true queen Misha was. The Golden Queen on his Golden Throne.

Misha cried out at the disgusting SSSSPLUURSSKHK! of his huge bunny booty getting lathered up with his own cum as he squished his ass onto the toilet seat. Some of the cum shooting out several feet from under his ass as his pillowy  behind smothered the toilet like a murder scene. Normally Misha would have cried out “Eeeeeeewwwwwww!” and spent an hour washing his ass thoroughly… now though.

The storm was coming.

Misha’s stomach thrashed again as the behemoth- no- the brood of behemoths inside were thrashing violently around. Telling their femboy mommy that his shit brood was angry and needed to be born. His glowing sun of a tummy visibly bulged left and right and up and down as the tremendous coils of shit and gas bulges swirled inside him. Misha’s right eye lidded as he braced for another fart, but there was too much gas all wanting out at once. Misha gripped his quaking tummy with both hands as his dainty left foot hiked up and his tail rose into the air… He wasn’t… he couldn’t be! Stop it! It’s too vulgar! Too crass!

He was… he so, so was…

Misha lifted his left leg into the air, toes curling like an exotic dancer as his tail wagged in excitement and his raging erection drooled cum expectantly. His donut throbbed as the hurricane swirled through him towards its exits. His lithe, womanly throat bulged obscenely as Misha’s eyes rolled as if he were gulping down a gallon of cum at a time, only it was a thousand gallons of gas traveling up his too-lewd throat. Opening his mouth wide as he lifted his left thunder thigh and ass cheek as much as he could while still keeping his donut aimed at the toilet.

In the corner, Misha’s cum covered Crysadeck recorded it all. And now the main show was finally beginning as Misha’s balls hit the floor and squeezed between his belly and his thighs. His left leg rose as high as it could into the air as if trying to present his ass to a nonexistent Quinn and Irahei and his mean, bullying sisters so they could all watch him fart.

The bubbles entered his cheeks and his colon. Stretching his colon like a balloon as Misha couldn’t even whimper now. He was a gorgeous little doll meant only to be played with by his gas. And now, he was going to burp. And Fart. Harder than the Latrepolis had ever seen before.

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Misha’s Euphony became a one-boy Orchestra instantly, serenading the entire Latrepolis at once as his cock surged with excitement. His dainty yet plush lips spewed a deep, bassy, beam of golden wind through the hole in the ceiling, shooting hundreds of feet into the air before hitting the giant Pearl Shell that gave Pachelle its name. Despite how long the shell had stood guard over the Latrepolis, withstanding even Corrupt Titan attacks and a war against an Omen and Corrupt Champions. Misha’s behemoth belch put a twenty-foot crack in the colossal shell as his gas kept roaring second after second. Eclipsing anything the Latrepolis had ever heard or experienced before.

Then Misha’s still-growing ass fired off just a second later, inches of padding growing on his hips so his butt didn’t just pop from the gas about to erupt from it! If his belch was like the roar of a dragon, Misha’s fart was the roar of a Corrupt Titan. To call what was coming out of his ass as even behemoth class was underselling Misha’s glory. His pillowy ass that smothered the toilet for dear life sent the equivalent of a dozen bombs through the pipes at the same time as Misha’s golden eyes swirled with bliss. His cock was shooting ropes thirty feet into the air instantly as Misha’s lips curled through the belch, and his ass quaked from his heavenly flatulence.

The Pipes Jirokk had bragged so much about were instantly filled to their limits as thousands of gallons of golden femboy gas surged through them every second from Misha’s erupting donut. His pucker couldn’t stretch fast enough to let the gas out properly, even it couldn’t handle just how hard he was farting as it throbbed and was forced open wider and wider to handle his hurricane gales. And just like his ass. Divine Energy surged into his donut and the already mouth-watering, juicy, sweaty hole more meant for fucking and biting than farting began to grow. Misha’s plush boymuff grew blisteringly hot as the golden gas fucked him inside out as it rampaged through his colon and fired out harder than artillery. Inch after plump inch grew on his pucker as Misha’s face twisted into a broken “Fartheago” as Quinn called it. Misha’s donut grew bigger than his head as it opened wider and wider to let him force out the hurricane his ass was trying to send through him.

To say the girly little golden doll loved it or hated it was out of the question, all one had to do was take a look at his face, as his eyes had turned into solid golden hearts crying cerulean tears of euphoria and bliss. There was no sound in Misha’s world. No worries. No more thoughts. His inhibitions were all belched and brapped away. Stripping him into his basest form. A total masochistic fart slut.

Misha’s colossal flatulence tore through Jirokk’s proud plumbing like a hot knife through butter. All the modifications meant nothing in the face of Misha’s unparalleled femboy farts. He wasn’t some lesser Apostle like Quinn, not a Greater Apostle like the two who were stationed here, not a Supreme Apostle revered by many. He was one of the world’s few Icons.

An Icon!

A visage of the Goddess of Growth and Decay.

Harvest and Rot.

Creation and Destruction.

He was Irahei’s Icon! Misha Ranun!

All the might of an Archon swirled within him!

And it wanted out.

The pipes swelled like a condom for Misha’s golden gales of Golden Honey Apple and Prismatic Iron flavored wind. The Cloud Foam and Expanding Pipes Jirokk assured could handle the gas,  nearly swelled to bursting from the bunny boy’s fart only a minute and a half in. As the gas surged through the pipes like a golden tsunami, cracks and crunches and whines of metal resounded deep below the ground as the plumbing pleaded with Misha to spare it. But the Icon’s bowels did not have any malice in them, no wrath, they merely craved relief and pleasure. And what was the screaming of the pipes when compared to the bliss of filling them past their limits? Just as Misha’s cock effortlessly burst Quinn, his ass greedily pumped out gas as if it NEEDED to burst the pipes.

The Second Automatic Flood Gate exploded deep beneath the ground. Then the third. Then the fourth. As Misha’s cock splurted over and over and all of Pachelle began to shake from his golden grace, the Crysadeck recorded it all. Even as the ground rumbled so much the Crysadeck was practically flying in midair, the Magitech Phone kept recording the holy sight of Misha ‘blessing’ Pachelle and consecrating it with his lips and ass.

Golden Gas rained from above as Jirokk, Luten, Tray, and all the other men frantically ran outside. Looking up at Misha’s belch beam hitting the shell that domed their home, feeling his belch and fart in their bones as Misha serenaded them all with his beautiful, earth-shaking gas. However, while there was plenty of fear and panic in some of the Priests and Acolytes’ faces, there were even more who were struggling not to fall over in worship at the might of one of Aerithill’s Icons. This. THIS was the power that protected them from the cursed, heretical faux Goddess Ciri and her Corruption. As Jirokk sprinted left and right to make sure buildings were not in danger of collapsing on anyone from the quaking of the ground, he witnessed quite a few boners tenting their robes, and that was nothing compared to the women. Those who had been touched by Misha’s Golden Cum, which was basically every woman in Pachelle barring the Acolytes who were taking care of Vyklios, were screaming in bliss, even Esille, as their bodies were shaken up like Soda Cans from Misha’s Category 6 Fart.

As Luten and Tray regrouped amidst the Chaos, communicating with sign language, as even Telepathy magic was drowned out by Misha’s godly gas, Tray saw something he would have never believed before that day. The usually so uptight and stern Esille, currently E-Spherell, was squirting a dozen feet into the air. Her giant stomach, bigger than any of the other Priestesses and Acolytes was glowing golden, just like the rest of the girls who were clutching their inflated stomachs and belching their heads off or crying out in bliss as they squirted nonstop. All the girls were together in Misha’s harmony, in his Orchestra. And all of them were drowned out by his gas alone. Every one of them could scream to their heart’s contents and no one would ever know. All their ears wanted to listen to was Misha’s beautiful roars. They were his holy choir, but he did not need them to sing his song.

Jirokk fell to his knees and uttered a word of praise. Luten’s eyes went wide as he read his Master and Celebrant’s lips. The Cyclops seemed on the verge of tears with a smile on his face. “Resonance…” Jirokk cried to the world drowned in golden gas.

All around the men, the golden fog thickened as flowers began to bloom everywhere, and the trees surged with so much fruit they began dropping in waves as if the Trees would swell up and explode if they couldn’t make fruit fast enough.

The Fifth Automatic Flood Gate burst as Misha’s belch and fart passed three minutes straight.

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Misha was lost in bliss so powerful, lesser Apostles would have just died from cumming so hard, his ass rippling with gas so deep and bassy that anyone without at least the strength of a Lesser Apostle would have had their bones broken just from the shockwaves. Too lost in being a perfect little doll, farting and belching as hard as his Goddess, the Real Quinn, and Fake Quinn wanted him to. Misha’s hips had kept growing as the dump inside him raged, jealous of his gas for coming out so soon… but the Shit Beast inside him waited. It knew that it would have its turn soon… it only needed patience.

Just as a seed needed time to grow. His dump had grown and grown and grown and grown. And now as his ass grew bigger and heavier, his donut twice as thick as his head, his torpedo tummy hadn’t shrunk in the slightest, because there was still so much left within unseen. Misha’s rotund ass was nearly eight feet wide now as his ballerina pose began to fail. His leg was simply too thick, too plush, too deliciously plumped up to stay up sluttily and unknowingly presenting itself to his Crysadeck like a good little doll. His leg came crashing down as Misha gave his everything to belch and fart even harder.

The toilet couldn’t handle all the weight of Mommy Misha’s ass nor the horrid abuse of his bowels and began to crack. Even with its enhanced composition made of much higher class metals than just normal steel, and reinforced with magic, the toilet began to splinter, before Misha’s throne finally shattered underneath him as his titanic ass crashed to the ground, even that was unable to stop his relief as the metal shards couldn’t pierce his durable, yet sooooo soft skin. Now Misha’s ass was flat on the ground as his legs splayed wide to give his cock and balls room… and his donut was planted directly onto the pipe for direct ass-to-pipe inflation.

Misha’s throat continued bulging and rippling as his lungs craved air, but his throat was too busy expelling thousands of gallons of golden air a second to let him breathe. His belch just kept going and going on past four minutes as his bunny ears curled. Misha’s cock was splurting against the wall now as his torpedo tummy gurgled happily as his lips and ass pumped and roared in synch, though not in volume as his ass was a reveille on its own scale.

In the ruined bathroom all around Misha, the ground began to shake as the sewer of the Latrepolis was filled to the brim with more gas than it could handle. As the Sixth Automatic Valve burst, the silos meant for waste storage, treatment, and purification were filled not with water and shit as they were meant to be, but Golden Cum and Gas as part of Misha’s lake had managed to get inside after several pipes burst so hard golden gas geysers were shooting out of the ground across the Latrepolis. Including the toilets…

FFFFFFWWWWWEEEEEEETTT!

One by one the toilets began to shake before with a high-pitched whistling noise, Misha’s backed-up flatulence began shooting up and out the pipes. As all the toilets around Misha lit up with tiny golden geysers like fountains of gold all around him, all showing off his gorgeous ten-ton couch of mommy-boy-butt as Misha’s heart eyes rolled and rolled. His cock splurted almost as hard as if he was fucking Quinn senseless as his gas fucked him raw from the inside out.

Every second of the deep, resonant clarion of his behemoth booty filling the pipes with bone-shattering bass was like being fucked by Quinn with a strap-on, only reverse. Or like one looooong infinite set of anal beads being pulled out harshly by Quinn. Stimulating Misha’s prostate over and over with sultry kisses and rough reverse fucking as his fart played with him like a lover, a toy, a good little fart slut. And all that just kept his balls churning over and over as the cum Quinn had worked so hard to get out, had burst herself to help relieve her Mishee, was replaced in turn. Every time his donut throbbed with gallons of wind stretching his hole a second, spewing his golden delicious hurricane into the ground, it refilled his balls with another gallon or three of spunk.

Over in Vyklios special care bathroom, the little God was giddy with pride for Misha. Happy he finally got over his constipation! “Ohhh~! What a good show! Do not worry, you lovely Handmaidens! I will keep you all safe as thanks for such a good cleaning! Just relax and enjoy little Mishee’s work!” Vyklios said to the Acolytes who were cradled around the Exalted for protection, though they could barely even hear that he was talking, let alone make out the words. The small Turtle God was beaming as golden gas shot out of the toilet in the corner so hard it tore a hole through the ceiling, joining the dozens upon dozens of geysers like it all across the Latrepolis.

Though the little God had to admit, it was quite a lot of work to hold all of Misha’s flows and have them escape safely around the Latrepolis! He wasn’t the Icon of an Archon for nothing! There must have been enough cum alone to fill over thirty swimming pools! And Misha just kept adding to it! Though Vyklios was happy. After all, not only had he been cleaned so wonderfully, but his Apostle had had so much fun before she exploded! And most of the Gods agreed that a pervy Apostle was the best Apostle. After all, love and lust were very necessary stress relievers when you were out saving the world day after day! And Vyklios couldn’t imagine being such a pathetic God he wouldn’t want his or Irahei’s Apostles to have their fun after working so diligently!

Even if Quinn was mean to him a lot… When he revived her later, he should remind her how happy she is now and that forcibly transforming her was for the better!

As one of the Two Apostles who was stationed here burst in the door, her eyes widened in surprise to see the female Acolytes not blown up with Phantom Pregnancies or Resonant Swelling. The Apostle had protected herself from the waves of cum with her abilities, but this place had been unguarded- She noticed Vyklios and gave a small bow as she realized instantly that the Exalted had been the one who made the Golden Tsunami turn away, sparing many of the Acolytes and Priestesses from bursting like balloons.  The Turtle God of Flows gave a small beaming “Eeeee” noise unheard by anyone else as the Apostle nodded before slamming the door and sprinting back out to help the men.

After five minutes of belching and farting straight. Misha’s lips finally closed as he immediately sucked in as much air as he could on pure survival instinct. Even though all the air of the entire Latrepolis was tainted by his blessed wind and Misha mostly just inhaled his own belch. As flowers and vines began to creep into the corners of the great bathroom, Misha’s face twitched as he clutched his motherly torpedo tummy. Still cumming and farting nonstop, the broken doll could not wonder what would happen to him next, but he knew something was happening. That fullness had returned… needing more.

The Compression Spell became visible around Misha’s belly and cock. The swirls of gold, purple, and blue were shining as much as his belly was as the spell was struggling to stay together. But just as Misha had tried to warn Quinn… once the first layer was turned off, the spell was that much easier to break. And Misha’s true size yearned to be revealed. After all, his girly tummy and girly cock needed to match the giant proportions of his girly ass~.

Even with a primordial terror of rational Misha screaming deeeeeep inside him, fart-slut Mishee never stopped his golden volcano of a rear, never stopped cumming, and his lips now free from a belch made only a dainty “Ahhhn~!” despite how curled his lips were in bliss, that devilishly whorish smile that could make a man or woman fall to their knees from arousal, despite the pool of Cerulean tears raining down his face, despite the drool leaking down his lips. Misha’s eyebrows were curled in relief, his ears both drooping… if Quinn were to look at him now, she’d almost say he was proud of how hard he was still farting and cumming~!

KKKSSHHIIING!

The Compression Spells shined like a third sun, with Misha’s belly as the second, before shattering audibly with a piercing noise like a fork scratching a plate. Misha’s heart eyes rolled in his head as his body was free to grow to its full size. To really show off how big Misha’s shit brood was inside his mommy tummy. And his shit babies needed to make him proud with how big they were!

BBBBWWWWOOOOOOOOBBBBB~!

KKKRRAAAKKKBBOOOOOOM!

In a second, the great bathroom exploded. Sending chunks of sparking Moving Stone all across the Latrepolis as Misha’s body instantly replaced an entire building. The Acolytes and Priests all watched in awe, falling to their knees at what they saw, even if one or two got hit with flying rubble, what did it matter? They needed to see this. To bask in the glory of Misha…

To call what they saw as anything less than Monumental would be sacrilegious. Misha’s divine tummy shined like a second sun and was practically as big compared to the mortals kneeling and praying to his altar and Irahei’s grace.

Resting on balls that were at least twenty feet wide each, was a cock bigger than a Lamia and just as thick. Misha’s cock was a spire, lifting his grand gut atop the planetary spheres. One of the Priests tried to measure it with his eyes, shielding himself from the glowing gurgling glutted orb of a belly, Misha’s dick must have been over twenty feet long and five feet thick… or was that simply a trick of the mind? Was it even bigger and he was simply shielded from the size by Misha’s holy light emanating from his balls and belly? Still, even his groin was dwarfed by his tummy.

A Monument of Gluttony and Constipation.

Misha’s belly was bigger than one of Azaan’s barges, even the Eternal Bastion’s flying barges swimming through the sky were not as round and full of gas as the great belly before them. Several of the Acolytes who saw it had tears in their eyes, despite the pain of looking at such a bright light, they would gladly blind themselves to gaze at Misha’s great rotundness.

Misha’s stomach must have been over sixty feet tall and just as wide, or was it bigger? Some Acolytes swore it was sixty feet around, others one hundred. Perhaps both were right? Perhaps Misha’s divine size was simply too great to be perceived fully, so they just imagined him as big as they could handle!

The great orb vibrated as Misha’s ass had not stopped farting even once. A Dragon in their true form could sleep curled up within Misha’s tummy and still have room. And indeed, it looked like a Dragon, or several, were within Misha’s belly as Misha’s onlookers watched in awe. A gurgle drowned out by his rear rippled across the second sun, the mountain of fertile bunny boy belly. It looked as if great serpents six feet wide swam under the surface as Misha’s tummy rippled and gurgled. Or perhaps, with the glow of his belly shining like a beacon across all of Pachelle, it was as if his tummy was one small sun with solar flares rippling under the surface.

Misha had been farting for seven minutes straight now as his now full-sized cock rose, pushing his belly up as the Acolytes, Priests, and two Apostles slowly realized Misha was going to cum again. One of the Acolytes found the Crysadeck embedded into the ground a few feet away from them and grabbed it. Realizing it was still recording, he did the only thing he could think of, he held it in the air and let it record the giant globe of bunny boy belly.

Misha opened his mouth, the little doll was so full of wind, so full of shit, so full of cum, so full of pleasure that he needed to moan before he exploded just from arousal! There was only one problem. He really needed to burp again too.

Misha sucked in a breath as his body demanded he cry out, moan as lewdly as he possibly could, yell, and scream how much of a fartslut he truly was. Moan that he was pushing as hard as he could to fart so loudly it could be heard for miles and miles. That he was a good boy who farted as his Goddess and girlfriend demanded! Misha’s tail wagged in excitement, agreeing with his belly that he needed to scream and burp and fart and cum until everything was drowned in his pleasure, his relief, his blessings!

“HHHYYYYAAAAANN~!” Misha’s broken mask of bliss uttered one of his loudest cries of bliss ever, so loud it would go in the Misha record books. Alas… his cry of pure slutty passion and need wasn’t too much louder than Quinn raging at a Videogame… Misha was just too quiet even when he was humping his own gargantuan tummy, and his thunder thighs were doing the splits to give his balls room as his ass clapped against the floor so hard the solid stone floor cracked from the constant farting. Misha’s inner slut yearned to give it a second try, to truly cry out and scream for once. To actually be LOUD… but alas all it could muster up was gas as Misha’s eyes lidded and he rubbed his belly hornily, needily… the loudest moan he’d ever give died in his throat as his lewd, kissable, biteable neck swelled with a second belch.

The good little bunny doll opened his lips to belch another tornado.

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SSSSSSSSSSPPPPLLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRT~!

Misha the golden doll sang his song for all to hear. His ‘voice’ reaching the heavens for miles and miles around as his second belch began, and his butt continued thundering towards his eight minute of farting straight. Only now his cock joined back in tow as Misha’s divine spire throbbed once, twice, a river of glowing semen swelling through his cock before it shot straight into the sky alongside his belch.

The Acolytes, Priests, and two Apostles watched in awe as Misha’s geyser of cum looked like a waterfall in reverse, blasting straight into the air as it hit the pearlescent shell above Pachelle… and burst straight through with a mighty crack. Misha’s golden cum launched out the other side of the shell and began to rain down onto it, a golden wall of seed spilling over the edges of the giant shell like an umbrella.

And while Misha belched, his loyal chosen, the girls touched by his seed and Resonating with the divine Apostle, their choir resumed as all of their stomachs rumbled with Misha’s belch. All of them, especially Esille, crying out before belching as hard as their lungs could take, their pussies or cocks spraying as hard as they could as the Priestesses and Acolytes blessed the ground.

A ground that was rumbling more and more dangerously by the moment as even Vyklios was beginning to have trouble keeping all the flows in check! Below the ground, the seventh Automatic Flood Gate burst apart, and the surges of gas grew even wider. Misha’s ass rippled as it grew another few inches, his donut having swallowed the pipe like a juicy dildo as his ass unleashed what Irahei could only describe as “Misha’s fervent femboy farts filling the pipes past any sort of fullness that could be measured.”

Misha’s ass jiggled and clapped against the ground as Pachelle swayed like a ship in a storm, surrounded by a golden sea as Waterspouts of golden gas began to burst from the ground left and right. No longer confined to the pipes or the broken shattered toilets, Misha’s divine fart flooded the ground with more and more gas as his ass just never stopped! Only getting thicker, louder, and longer as his belly deflated only the tiniest amounts at a time!

The little doll could barely handle it, even with an ass nearly twelve feet wide and shaking with a ton of cheek each, his fart was just growing so strong even Misha’s body could barely take it all! As the diligent Acolyte kept recording, Irahei couldn’t believe Misha hadn’t just exploded from the force of his own girly gales! The Goddess who was supposed to be checking on a war in another country, was instead shrieking with joy and had her face glued to the giant model Crysadeck like a teenager. Irahei didn’t know what idea would be hotter! Her Icon exploding from how HARD he was farting, or him finishing this nine-minute fart and letting out a dump that took Pachelle off the map! A frankly deranged look spread on the Goddess’ face as she began giggling hornily. Softly chanting “Mishee Mishee Mishee Mishee~!” into the screen over and over as many of the Ascended Apostles around her gave her some much-needed privacy, though a few were actively trying to wrestle the giant Crysadeck from her hands so she could focus on something besides bouncing-behemoth-brapping-bunny-boy butt!

~AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!!!

Fart slut Mishee had already practically ascended as his lungs burned for air, but his belch came and came just like his cock. His throat rippled as all he could feel was bliss. An ocean of bliss. Crushing his rationality like a soda can with 10,000 PSI of golden gas! Misha’s ass cheeks had grown so heavy, so juicy, so positively THICK combined with the power of his fart that the stone beneath him cracked once more, before disintegrating entirely as Misha’s colossal cushions sank three feet into the ground… and the pipe went three feet up his ass.

Misha’s eyes shot open like saucers as his throbbing, three-foot-wide donut greedily swallowed the prized pipes, squeezing down on it all while fartflating it at the same time.  Butt play was absolutely forbiddeeeeeennn! Even Quinn had only ever been allowed to shove things up him once! And yet… Oh, how good the doll felt with something thick and hard getting crushed and gassed on!

Five-foot-thick bulges traveled down the pipes as Misha’s fart somehow grew even more, turning the song of his ass from Bass to Basso Profundo as the geysers all around Pachelle suddenly grew two feet wider. Acolytes leaped left and right to dodge more and more geysers blowing out of the grounds as Misha’s butt was penetrated by the pipe and farted back in revenge! Jirokk was paralyzed with awe, not noticing the ground beneath him beginning to bulge as the first of the two Apostles grabbed him and sprinted away. A moment later, a four-foot wide gas geyser shot twenty feet into the air, joining the rest of the geyser all across the Latrepolis.

Misha’s second belch finally ended after another two minutes. But his leviathan booty seemed like it had only gotten started as it bellowed with renewed vigor after being penetrated by a metal ‘dildo’.

Misha’s fart hit twelve minutes and counting.

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Misha’s ass quaked like the world’s biggest piece of Flan as the pipe in his ass began to tear apart. Unable to take his divine wind and the crushing power of his Adamantium cutting donut. With shrieks of CREEKSSHJKS! and SSSSCKKIIRRRCCH! Misha’s butt tore its metal lover to pieces before shooting it down the pipe with the rest of his bassy blast as his booty bomb continued detonating.

“WE NEED TO GO! PACHELLE IS CRUMBLING DOWN! IT WON’T SURVIVE ICON MISHA!” Luten signed to Tray and the two Apostles. All the while, the golden rain of cum continued adding to the lake around Pachelle, making it look like a giant moat now, the plants only continued to bloom and grow as one beloved Apple Tree that had been fifteen feet tall was now nearly sixty feet tall and bursting with apples by the second, and the Priestess and Acolytes afflicted were all rumbling as the energy in the air was so thick it was starting to make them swell again.

“BUT WE CAN’T JUST ABANDON THE LATREPOLIS OR THE ICON! HE IS STILL GOING!” Tray signed back in a frenzy as he stumbled and fell on his ass. Luten looked at the two Apostles, both of them barely able to see anything as the golden gas was so thick you could take just ten steps and disappear into Misha’s fog. The first Apostle was carrying a crying and praying Jirokk in his hands, the High Priest lost in worship, while the second Apostle had her divine gear equipped, ready to do whatever she needed to help out.

Back in the epicenter of the hurricane. Misha’s natural wonder of a backside violently clapped and shook against the ground, bellowing like a giant as he silently cried out in bliss. His lips were free from belching, and yet no sound could come out. All the air around him was tainted with gas so thick even he was starting to get lightheaded as if he were drunk or poisoned. The irony! An Icon who could control poison getting poisoned by the thickness of his oxygen-depriving belches and farts! Misha took another deep breath of his fumes as his cock shot another rope over a hundred feet into the sky. That was all the little doll could do, breathe, cum, and fart. As if his butt were the one holding his strings. And his butt certainly felt like it~ Never before did it feel so good and so bruised by the titanic clapping of his ass against shattered earth, of his donut swollen and stretched almost to tearing from farts that needed their own classification system.

All of Pachelle was starting to disappear within the golden fog coming from Misha’s backside. A few of the geysers were nearly hitting ten feet wide and a hundred feet tall themselves! Looking like a ring of golden volcanoes erupting out of the ground, threatening to consume everything and cover it in golden farts.

As Misha’s fart began to swirl around the Latrepolis like the eye of a hurricane, the rumbling in the girls hit a fever pitch as one by one, inch by inch, foot by foot. They started growing and gassing even harder than before. Golden streams of gas billowed from them too, and yet they all looked like ants compared to Icon Misha and his wonderous booty. Except Esille… Esille’s massive creaking body roared with the desire to swell with the Icon’s power. Her already taut form creaked like the hull of a ship in the sea of gas as she grew inches at a time, her eyes rolling in her head, her face cracked with bliss as she belched, farted, and squirted without stopping. Soon her head started to be swallowed up by her groaning, creaking orb… the Acolyte bigger than some Apostles was getting ready to detonate!

Looking at the great orb of Esille, the Apostles looked at each other and nodded. They needed to evacuate Pachelle before all that was left was a golden smoking crater! The girl apostle used her Divine Power as a large clay slab formed out of the ground before hardening. She did not stop to see what Luten or Tray were doing and instead grabbed them and threw them on. As well as taking Jirokk from her companion and doing the same to him.

Luten looked at the huge slab of hardened clay and wondered what it was. A toboggan? A sled? A boat?  The answer was apparently “whatever the hell got them out safely” as the Apostles both disappeared for a few moments and came back with a few of the afflicted ladies. All of them clutching swelling bellies and belching and farting wildly in their rescue vehicle as the Apostles made sure they were set, then began sprinting them towards the edge, where the lake of Misha’s golden cum surrounded them all…

All the while… Esille was growing closer and closer to detonating as Misha’s hurricane kept thundering on. Both of them filled with delusions from the bliss and pressure inside them.

(HHNNG! OOHHHH FFFFFFUUUCKKK I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MOOORE! HHNNGGG ONE OF YOU IDIOTS COME GET MEEE~! AHHHHNN I’M TOO TIIIGHHT! OHHH GOOOODSSS MY BODY WANTS TO BLOOOW! NNGGH~! AHHHNN~! HUURRYYYY!) Esille screamed in her head as her lips belched for almost a minute straight and her ass had been tearing with winds for nearly three, her pussy sore and squirting as hard as it could for two whole minutes as her entire body shuddered. Creaking violently as too much energy to handle swirled through her… and she loved it as much as she dreaded it. As much as Esille desperately fought to hold together, even as her stomach swallowed her head and cut off her belch, making her shudder even more as suddenly her asshole was stuck with all the work. Every ounce of the Acolyte’s body fighting to stay together as she’d grown far bigger than anyone would have ever thought… the pleasure inside her demanded otherwise, the bliss, the pressure, that head-splitting pressure whispered to her cruelly. So much energy inside her… all of it wanting out… she was being so cruel, not just to the energy, but to herself!

Esille had seen firsthand the expression of Apostles who burst from their own bliss… of the looks on their faces. The euphoria that couldn’t even be properly described to a mortal like her! The passion, the pleasure, the pain, the disgustingly addicting mixture of it all that now creaked through her taut vessel as Esille turned translucent. Just a massive, golden orb farting and squirting her head off, ready to embrace the detonation at any second! (NNGNNGGH NOOO! I CAN HOOOLD IIIIT~! AAHHN~! HHHAAAAAHHN~! JUST A BIT LOONGGEEEERR~!!!) Esille shrieked at herself. Fighting the urge to experience her very own Cumsplosion… fighting the urge to detonate even as her body creaked louder and louder. She could barely even hear Icon Misha’s beautiful bellows over the creaking all around her!

It was like fireworks were going off inside her body and her head, urging her to join them, and she wanted to sooo badly! She never knew someone could WANT to explode so badly before! She wanted to BURST! To DETONATE! But still she fought tooth and nail to stay in one giant piece!

And then the titanic E-Spherell felt hands all over her body, spreading cold lotion all over her, and something cold and soft spread underneath her before turning warm and hard. Then she was moving. Bouncing somewhere to safety as she screamed in bliss and squirted fifteen feet into the air. She was being rescued! She just needed to hold on a bit longer and she was home free! Esille almost relaxed, but that very nearly made her burst on the spot! As the cold lotion soaked into her glowing golden skin, Esille felt the tightness begin to fade a bit, the urge to Cumsplode fading a bit with it. Though she was by no means in the safety zone yet. Even as she was whisked far away from the Golden Gas and Golden Ocean… Esille was well past Critical.

There were only a few groups left in Pachelle. Vyklios turned down the offer to be taken to shelter. As his Handmaidens violently swelled just breathing in Misha’s gas. The little Turtle God vowed that he would protect Pachelle as best he could. It was taking everything Vyklios had to control all of Misha’s flows now. Like the giant gap in between the sea of cum that the Apostles were using to ferry everyone to safety, two giant walls of gold parted Misha’s cum-sea as twenty priests and both Apostles carried Esille to safety.

Safe from the golden gas, the Apostles and Priests lowered Esille before the Apostles sprinted back to help the others. Esille would have to fight to stay in one piece for another hour as she deflated back to safe levels. And while it would be such agonizing bliss, she would do it. Never knowing that if the Apostles and Priests who’d put Expanding Lotion all over her were a dozen seconds slower, she’d have detonated no matter what.

With nearly everyone evacuated, it was only Misha left. Only Misha, his cum, his gas, and the dump still rumbling inside him.

Misha was whimpering as his fart felt even more like a lover than before, even more wonderful, even more cruel, even more divine. As if every bit of flatulence tearing out of his ass was spanking and biting and kissing his donut and titanic cheeks while it came out… As if there were a dozen Quinns surrounding him. Kneading every foot of his ass and kissing him, before spanking his butt violently to make him behave, telling him to keep farting harder, thicker, that all he was good for was being beautiful and farting on the Richter scale! And Misha cried and came and obeyed.

The pipe alone wasn’t enough for his ass anymore, his butt had already grown bored of that pathetic lover in its desire to please the fake Quinns and his Goddess. Now, Misha’s ass bellowed straight into the ground, and even then it leaked out around him. On each hemisphere of ass, even under his balls, golden gas poured from the cracks in the ground, spanking and massaging him as his solid golden heart eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Misha managed to speak the first words he’d spoken in fourteen minutes. “QUUUUUIIIIIINNNNNNNN~!” Misha screamed with orgasmic love as his fart reached the final threshold. The little doll cradled his stomach and held on for dear life.

And the entire time, the Crysadeck kept recording. Now held up not by an Acolyte, but by a tree that had grown where the evacuated Acolyte once stood. The Crysadeck was stuck between several branches, recording it all as Misha’s ass clapped and thundered.

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Misha’s fart was nearing its end, but it was by no means done with Misha or Pachelle. A several-foot wide column of golden gas fucked its way out of his ass as Misha drooled and kissed his own tummy, bucking his hips as the imaginary Quinns took turns shoving their mouths or cocks into his ass. Every time Misha bucked his hips, another ground-shattering *SLAM-CRASH!* shook Pachelle as Misha’s colossal cheeks clapped for their invisible Master. Misha kept bucking, kept farting, kept drooling. He needed to please Quinn! Please his girlfriend, no his Master! He was a good boooyyy! A good fart mommy birthing a hurricane for his girlfriend!

Misha’s shockwave-making ass kept clapping as his fart geysers grew bigger and more sporadic. For a few seconds, one of Misha’s hip bucks was so strong it managed to get his donut entirely off the ground and into the air… which was followed by a golden blast of Honey Apple and Prismatic Iron shooting straight through a dozen half-destroyed buildings before coming out the other side over three hundred feet away. Then his donut aimed back down, gouging a small trench into Pachelle before it was sealed back onto the ground and the hole it had been abusing ever since his ass crushed the toilet.

Misha’s mind was completely lost as his masochism ran wild, his shame, his horror, his embarrassment, his guilt, all fed into his bliss, his lust, his love, his sluttiness~! The Fake Quinns were whispering into his ears as he kissed his own tummy, wishing it was his own dick to suck despite never having once even wanted to.

“Good Mishee~ Keep farting just like that. And then… take a nice big dump for me, okay? That’s a good boy. My beautiful golden fart slut~ Gods you are so fucking gorgeous, so pretty, so slutty~! Just look at you farting a hurricane and you don’t even care! That’s right. You’re just a fat-assed hurricane maker~ If you stopped farting for even a second, you’d burst! So go on, keep going. Keep farting. You slut.” The Fake Quinns spoke as Misha’s broken smile curled upwards, his lewd girly lips plastering a heart onto his glowing belly as his balls throbbed before sending another titanic load into the sky. At this point, even rational Misha was drooling in bliss alongside slutty Misha, both of them synced up and wanted to please Fake Quinn. Spreading their ass cheeks mentally so they could rip ass even harder for her.

And as Misha drowned in euphoria, Pachelle drowned in gas and cum and growth. The apple tree was nearly 100 feet tall and surrounded by gas geysers. Then with a thunderous explosion underneath, the eight and final Automatic Flood Gate finally burst. And there was nothing to stop Misha’s gas anymore.

“Little Mishee this is too muuuuch! EEEEEEE!” Vyklios cried before a gas geyser erupted from under the little Exalted and sent him hurtling into the sky.

As Misha’s titanic rear slammed and quaked against the ground, his fart was finally free to do all the damage it had wanted to in the beginning. Every pipe, every silo, every runoff tunnel swelled to bursting in moments before sending that gas skywards.

All around Misha, the gas geysers began to link up as the sewers became Ley lines for Misha’s gas. And then with loud rumbles and eruptions, those Ley lines turned into Fault lines, and then those Fault lines cracked wide open as Pachelle split into a dozen pieces at the same time.

The evacuees looked on in wonder, and horror, but mostly wonder, as the great golden storm around Pachelle began to grow even wider. The storm of golden gas was several miles wide now, and the Evacuees needed to keep going. Deeper into the forests of Terrathina. The two Apostles watched for Monsters and kept glancing back at Pachelle. Both of them could see it, walls of gas over 100 feet tall vivisected the Latrepolis. And the great Pearl shell that had been there for hundreds of years since the slaying of the legendary beast Krav’Korak began to crack apart. Chunks of it fell down onto Pachelle, smothering the last few buildings that hadn’t already been destroyed.

They had said that the Latrepolis could handle an Icon.

They had been prideful.

Now, that Icon had bestowed divine judgment upon their pipes, their city.

And it had come up lacking.

Misha’s cock and balls began to shrink as his fart neared its end. Having pumped out a few dozen swimming pools of cum, his balls had shrunk to beanbag sized as his cock had shrunk to a towering ten feet tall. But his beautiful, bountiful, bouncy boy butt was still just as monolithic as before. After all… it needed to be. He was getting ready to dump.

Misha’s fart finally came to an end, seventeen minutes since it had begun.