Centorea's Culinary Catastrophe V2 part 1

Warnings: Monstergirl, Hyper farts, burps, scat, foul gas, indigestion, bloating, near-popping.

Main Characters: Centorea Shianus, Rachnera Arachnera.

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GLOOP

Centorea was cursing her honor and kindness as she raised the spoon to her lips. A mysterious and possibly evil purple goop filled her spoon, bubbling ominously as- did a skull just form in her bowl!? Centorea watched as the visage of a skull formed, then disappeared back into the purple ‘chili’ ´that Miia had made. Centorea’s ears twitched as she gulped in fear.

“Miia… you followed the recipe, right?” Centorea asked cautiously. She didn’t want to upset Miia but… this didn’t seem like vegan chili for the herbivorous Liminal. Centorea had volunteered to try Miia’s cooking as all the other Liminals except Suu had refused or were too busy preparing for their shopping trip with Kimihito. Miia was coiled up watching Centorea earnestly, her long tail wagging a bit in excitement as she nodded before speaking energetically.

“Of course I did! I only used all vegetables and sauces like the recipe said! Come on hurry up! Darling is almost out of the shower and then we’re gonna have our date! I mean… go out shopping with everyone.” Miia quickly corrected her Freudian slip as Centorea glared at her for a moment before huffing. Her duty as a knight and as a friend compelled her to do this…

She took one last look at the swirling purple goop that must have been blended or perhaps had something heinous like a magic spell cast on it before she took a bite. “Ujlk!?” Immediately Centorea’s eyes struggled not to water as she had to force past her immediate gag reflex as the ‘vegetarian chili’ assaulted her tastebuds. It was both far too sweet and far too salty and she couldn’t make out any of the vegetables and beans that had gone into it… except maybe rotten cabbage? Did the recipe even have cabbage???

Despite Centorea wanting to spit it all out on the spot. She forcefully swallowed it down. She could practically feel it oozing down her throat and clinging to her tongue as it slowly dropped into her first stomach. Centorea wanted to give in immediately, but Miia still looked at her so excitedly… (Tell her it’s not the recipe… complain… Rachnera would say it was foul just from the smell! Just complain! If I can scold her for behaving violently and jealously, I can scold her for cooking badly! It’s so awful! So foul! Like someone is forcing a fetid swamp down my throat full of all the evil magic of a witch! I need an entire bag of carrots after this!) And yet with all those thoughts in her head, Centorea kept eating the slop. Too kind and dutiful and unused to being rude to complain to Miia.

Spoonful after spoonful went down her throat even as her first stomach made a strange grumble. A muffled Eeebbllloooopppp as if her stomach was crying out in pain from being forced to eat the potion of suffering Miia had concocted. Eventually, Centorea felt she was about to vomit if she had to swallow another spoon… but Miia looked so excited this time… her tail was even wagging at Centorea like a puppy’s!

Centorea had a horrible idea born out of pure desperation.

She chugged the rest of the bowl. Tipping it into the air and gulping as her cheeks bulged.

“Yes! You love it!? Right!? I knew I was right to add more ingredients from the fridge. Why would it be called a vegetarian chili if you only use a few veggies and beans?” Miia beamed at herself, admitting she had lied about following the recipe proudly as Centorea kept gulping, too far in to stop.

(MIIA!!!! WHAT DID YOU ADD TO THIS!?) Centorea screamed in her head before finishing. Her human stomach was bloated out over two inches from drinking the entire large bowl. She looked like one of those women from the internet challenge videos she’d seen Papi watching a few times! A gallon of the slop must be swirling around inside her now… Centorea felt a bit lightheaded… like something foul was building inside her and wanted out. Was it vomit? Or the screams of the damned like Lala might say?

“Well? What did you think? Hurry up I think Darling got out of the shower alreadyyyy!” Miia excitedly demanded.

“It was… (Foul! Horrible! Atrocious! Vile! Putrid! Fetid! Wretched! My stomachs hurt! I need carrots!) it was…” Centorea tried to speak as her first stomach bubbled queasily as the mass of toxic waste settled within her. All her energy was gone. She needed to lie down and be very close to a very large bucket…

“Ugh! Miia, you made her eat this? It smells revolting! You didn’t follow the recipe at all again, did you?” Rachnera’s saving insults hit Miia as she turned. A look of shock and anger on her face as she opened her mouth to defend herself.

“Nobody asked you Rachnera! And besides, Centorea ate the entire thing so it must have been delicious! Right, Centorea?” Miia looked to Centorea for affirmation. But Centorea was busy with both hands on her human stomach as it felt like milk was curdling inside her and she could feel a belch worming its way up.

“Centorea’s not going to call your slop, slop. She’s a giant doormat of a knight and you're too dense. Isn’t this the dozenth time you’ve gone off recipe now? You’re actually learning how to cook when you follow the recipe all the way through. Stop giving us all stomach aches and headaches.” Rachnera calmly roasted both Centorea and Miia as Miia fumed. About to speak up before the Man of the House called.

“Miia! Centorea! I’m ready to go. Are you coming?” Kimihito yelled at the door with Papi, Suu, Lala, and Mero all dressed up beside him to go shopping. Miia knew to be extra vigilant this time as she had caught Mero’s devious plan! She’d installed handlebars on her automatic wheelchair so she could have Kimihito push her a little! There was no way Miia could let that beautiful fish steal her man from her!

“Darling!? Of course! Centorea hurry up let’s go!” Miia said, slithering away to grab her purse as all her attention switched back to her beloved. Rachnera looked at Centorea with a smug face, though it hid Rachnera’s genuine concern underneath.

“Haaa… when are you going to have a stand-up moment with her like you did me? If you just sit there and eat her food whenever she asks, she’s never going to get any better. Should I grab some Pepto or something?” Rachnera asked as Centorea’s queasiness reached a new peak. Her human stomach felt… malignant before Centorea couldn’t hold it anymore.

BBBRRUUUUUUURRRRRUUULLLLLRRRRP

A loud, swampy belch bubbled out of Centorea’s mouth as the centauress’ ears twitched in a twisted amalgam of relief, disgust, and shame from the guttural noise that just left her lips. “Ugh, Excuse me! I don’t know where that came from.” Centorea groaned.

“Wow, Centorea. I knew your gas was bad but that was intense. Guess the horse part is kicking in again~?” Rachnera teased as she put a sharp but perfect claw on her cheek. That is until Centorea’s belch wafted over to her. “Ack! Ugh my nose! Centorea go eat some mints or something!” Rachnera coughed as she fanned her face desperately.

Centorea’s entire face burned red before her gas finally hit her nose too and she nearly reacted like Rachnera did. It wasn’t just foul it was atrocious! Her belch smelled like rotten broccoli and cheese with some nice putrid cabbage put on top after it had liquified in the back of the fridge! What did Miia put in her- GGGRGRGRLLLEE

EEEEEAAAAARRRUUUUURRAAAARRRLLLLLPPPPP!

An even thicker and louder belch suddenly escaped from Centorea’s cauldrons. Surprising both of them as Centorea’s hands shot to her mouth to save her dignity, but the belch kept coming. It sounded like bubbles bursting from some ancient poisonous bog! Like any second now animals would begin falling over from the poisonous gas as a plague of locusts flew overhead or something!

“I- excuse me! I can’t… I don’t understand why I feel so nngh… Forgive me Rachnera! Please go tell Milord that I cannot go shopping. I must- UUUUURRRAAAARRRRRP Ex-Excuse me!” Centorea hastily stood up as her stomach kept bubbling and she belched again and again in front of Rachnera. Centorea wanted to cry! This was beyond humiliating! And even worse… her first stomach didn’t feel any better. In fact, Centorea almost thought she felt more bloated than before!

“All right, all right. I’ll go tell Honey that Miia poisoned you. Go drink some Pepto and fix those stomachs of yours before they get any worse. The house already smells like a barn now and I don’t want it to smell like a sewer next! I’ll brew some tea in a second too.” Rachnera said as Centorea nodded, both insulted and grateful by Rachnera once again.

“Thank you Rachnera. But please do not tell Milord that- GGGRRGGLLEE- I nnghh… I-UUUUURRRAAAARRRLLLLRRPPPPP Nnheee! I’ll go look for the mints. I’m so sorry!” Centorea turned away; a tear stinging her eye from the shame, or was that from the smell? Centorea trotted into the kitchen, careful not to shake her stomachs up anymore as she felt her human stomach… it felt so airy but there was definitely a lead weight sitting heavily in there. Centorea hoped once it settled into her second stomach, she would feel better...

Alas, Centorea was woefully unaware of how bad things would get.

After Rachnera told Kimihito that Centorea wasn’t feeling good and wanted to stay home, flicking a finger at Miia as Kimihito nodded and said he would bring back some extra goodies for her. Rachnera kissed Kimihito on the cheek and told him how sweet he was as Miia screamed in jealousy before Rachnera laughed evilly and came back to the house. When Rachnera opened the door back inside she was… very surprised by what she saw.

Centorea had taken all the mints in the kitchen and stuffed them into her mouth, and her shirt seemed to be riding up more than usual. Centorea had a few tears in her eyes as her tail swished anxiously, rubbing a human stomach that definitely seemed a few inches bigger than before.

“Rachnera I- I ate them all but I still feel so bad! My mouth is full of frost and yet I still smell awful and- and what if Milord comes back and I am belching like some troll! Eh… not a troll Liminal though!” Centorea hastily corrected herself, her love of fantasy sometimes making her forget the people in the shows and games she liked were actually quite real and very different than how her media portrayed them.

Rachnera sighed and gave a small laugh. She’d met a few trolls in real life and they smelled horrible just like the Mangas. And wasn’t Miia a jealous, thirsty lamia? And Centorea a nobility seeking proud knight of a centaur? The stereotypes fit them pretty well after all. Centorea belched again and looked for more mints to clear her breath, even if her tongue felt like ice right now and that was only making her eyes water even more.

“Relax Cerea. It’s just you and me. I already know you can stink the place up like a barn.” Rachnera smiled mischievously as she moved past Centorea and grabbed some herbal remedies for stomachs that Rachnera remembered.

“I do not! I am- I control my wind perfectly under normal circumstances!  It’s just… this cursed food inside me just doesn’t stop! Ughh… how can this get any worse…” Centorea grumbled.

And as if challenged, her stomachs responded.

GGGRGRGRLLLLOOOOOORRRRRPPP!

BBRBRBRLLLRRBBEEE!

“Was that… both your stomachs?” Rachnera asked without any mocking this time. Centorea shut her eyes as her stomachs frothed with more gas. Ohhh why was there so much gas! It felt like the more she digested the more she blew up! Centorea whimpered as her ears and tail swished nonstop before said tail began to turn traitor. Centorea’s eyes burst wide open as her tail shot up under her frock and a pert FFRRRAAAAAP! shot out of her behind.

Centorea and Rachnera were both taken aback as Centorea never farted in front of someone else! She’d only been caught gassing up the toilet a dozen times or blowing wind in her room by accident! But before Centorea could cry more or even truly process that she’d just farted in front of Rachnera. Her first stomach sent a new strand of grossness up her throat. One the two Liminals had never seen before, not even thought possible. Though the two had dealt with some things in life that went beyond mortal explanation…

 Centorea’s throat bulged as Rachnera had the wits to close her eyes and cover the herbs, smooshing them with her breasts as she pinched her nose shut.

UUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!

Rachnera watched, Centorea felt, as an even louder, thicker, and visible belch left Centorea’s lips. A light green fog escaped the Centaur’s plump lips before both of them recoiled.

“Ahh! I- What is wrong with mee!? That was putrid! … I’m sorry! This is too foul. Too disgusting! It- UCK!” Centorea gagged as the smell hit her. Now it smelled like someone had condensed all those previous horrid smells and then added some spoiled milk left in the sun to the prior concoction as Centorea’s eyes watered even without the tears.

“Holy shit.” Rachnera couldn’t help but swear as she desperately fanned her face. Coughing from the rank odor of Centorea’s gas attack. All the while Centorea’s guts kept gurgling as she felt another fart on the way… Centorea wanted to break down and plead for Rachnera to hurry up with the tea. Even though she could make tea herself… Rachnera did it better. Or perhaps it was a placebo as Rachnera always seemed so sure of herself…

“Well hey… I’m pretty sure there’s a fetish for that on the internet. Maybe Honey even has it…” Rachnera half teased, and half comforted as Centorea wanted to lock herself in her room. But then she might just choke on her own burps!

“Rachneraaaa! Do not wound me when I am already so humiliated!” Centorea cried out, her tail rising into the air on its own as Centorea desperately clenched her huge ass. “Nnggh… Oh I- Mmff… No. I will hold it in! I am not some Cur! I will be nngg strong!” Centorea grunted out as Rachnera watched, the Arachne wanted to laugh at her, wanted to run away from the incoming smell, and a part of her wanted to grab a camera and record this as she was pretty sure their Leg-Fetish Lover was into this as well.

“Centorea if you’re gonna fart go in the other room. You’ll make the herbs spoil. And don’t turn around!” Rachnera said hastily as Centorea whimpered. Her fuzzy centaur ears swished up and down as her tail kept rising higher and higher, inching up like a gate being raised to let out the horde it contained. Centorea’s hands clutched her stomach as she grit her teeth, her large ass squeezing as hard as she could to control and contain the winds building within her. But no matter what she did she could feel her body giving in to Miia’s poisonous cooking! It wanted out and Centorea wasn’t strong enough to hold it in!

“I’m- nnggh!- forgive me! I can’t hhng hold it!” Centorea cried out with her eyes shut tight and her tail rising straight up. Rachnera hastily turned on the cooking fan to blow out Centorea’s belch, then took a deep breath of the slightly stained air as it was about to get a lot worse… shutting her eyes too, Rachnera hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as the last time Papi ate Miia’s cooking… Or Mero… Or Lala… Or herself…

FFFFRRRRRT!

A short airy toot with a small puff of fetid green escaped Centorea’s large rump as Rachnera opened her eyes. While certainly noisy, that was nowhere near as- Oh… Rachnera looked at Centorea’s face, her lips curled in concentration, her fists balled up and white-knuckled as the Centaur fought tooth and nail to keep the gas in.

FFFRRRAAAP!

FRRROOORRRT!

Even straining so hard she could probably have crushed Honey into powder with her ass cheeks, Centorea’s quivering rump kept letting out little blasts of wind into her frock.

GGGRRGGRGRLLLEEE!

 Her entire body was protesting this lack of release, this futile struggle to hold in all her fouler and fouler lady farts, as her pucker bulged against the might of her clenched ass and yearned to roar and evacuate all this wind!

Even those tiny little farts had a horrid green fog with them, slowly wafting out from Centorea’s frock towards Rachnera. Rachnera debated protecting the herbs, crawling on the ceiling and escaping, or shooting a wad of silk into Centorea’s ass and calling the sanitation department or biological weapons division until Centorea’s stomachs cleared whatever was happening inside her!

FFFFRRRRRRT!

PPPRRRRIIIIIIPPP!

“Centorea cut it out before we-“ The wave of green finally hit Rachnera, and her face turned nearly the same shade as Centorea’s flatulence. Rachnera gagged as it had gotten even worse than before! Vivid, torturous, horrifying images of a decaying bog filled her mind and her lungs, conjuring up foul facsimiles of broccoli and cheese alongside thousands of small insects swimming in the putrid water or flying through the dead air. Rachnera’s lungs burned as her eyes watered harder than when Centorea had kicked her in the head! Rachnera began coughing from the vile smell, only inhaling more and more of it as Centorea was hitting her breaking point.

“Nneeee! I can’t Nnggh. I’m GGHh! I’m sorry Rachneraaa! I feel like- like I’m going to… explode!” Centorea cried out, unable to bear the immense strain of holding in so much flatulence any longer. Centorea began to bend her human top forwards from the strain as her front legs began to dip, raising her huge butt into the air as her asshole throbbed, pulsing with the pressure of so much wind swirling inside her. Centorea let out a shrill gasping noise as she lost control of her anus entirely.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP!  

A deep, bellowing trumpet blared from Centorea’s behind as Centorea’s face twisted with a horrid mix of disgust and relief as her stomach finally deflated. Second after second Centorea’s ass quaked and thundered as she farted so hard her frock flew up in the air, revealing her big juicy chestnut ass and her plump pucker currently stretched wide open like the maw of a beast as the green wind filled the entire kitchen in seconds, drowning them both in Centorea’s gas as Centorea let it rip longer and longer.

“ACK! Cen-!” Rachnera doubled over choking and coughing as Centorea’s face contorted even more, her lips starting to curl from relief despite the utter depravity and revulsion she felt. Thankfully the deathly bog smell was being drowned out by the pungent smell of moldy cheese and vegetables so thick both women could take a dozen showers and still smell like Centorea’s ass!

Seven seconds… ten… twelve… fifteen… eighteen…

How was she farting so looong!? It was as if her stomach had been enraged by her lack of proper flatulence, her misguided attempt to hold in her gas had turned it into a monster within her! Centorea’s foul wind tunnel finally spluttered to a stop after twenty-two seconds of noxious fumigation. The entire kitchen was filled with a green haze that had begun leaking into the other rooms as Centorea struggled to breathe in her own gas. Her nostrils blazing as her eyes stung with tears, and yet… her second stomach felt so much better…

GGRGRGRLLLGRGREEE!

GGGLLLOOOOOORRRRRRP!

For only a moment!

Centorea felt her guts immediately begin churning another vile storm within her. Cradling her human belly in her hands, Centorea’s tail tried to fan the humid air away from her ass so the kitchen fan and air vents could take it all away as Rachnera was forced to suck down her gas until the room began to clear.

Centorea’s shame had hit a new breaking point. Sure she’d screwed up dozens and dozens and dozens of times before, but farting her head off like some… some boorish BRUTE!? That was too much for her! “NNGhhh! Enough! I’ve had enough of thissss!” Centorea cried as she stomped out of the room and headed toward the bathroom, she was determined to spare Rachnera and get all this fetid foghorn flatulence and bawdy boggy belches out of her system!

“Uughh… finally…” Rachnera groaned as Centorea left. Rachnera felt bad though. Despite how much she bullied Centorea, she genuinely liked her. After all, they had become quite close friends ever since Cerea finally admitted how much she disliked Rachnera at first, and that dislike had turned into trust, then genuine friendship. Even if Centorea still absolutely hated how perverted Rachnera was and her obsession with tying people up.

“Ugh… my nose feels like it got kicked… Haa… Honey is too nice to Miia. Every time she cooks off book with her new skills it just seems to get worse!” Rachnera groaned as she slowly got her legs to stop wobbling and stood up tall again. Rachnera forcibly pushed the memories out of her head of when she ate Miia’s “improv” food three weeks ago, or when Mero ate it last week… She didn’t know a princess could make such guttural noises… And now Centorea had it even worse than they did as it had only been a few minutes and Centorea’s guts were already this bad! Rachnera shuddered at the thought of how bad her stomachs might be when the main meal digested over the next hour, how three weeks ago she’d spent that hour of digestion locked in her room belching her lungs off and firing farts she’d never thought possible from her poor bloated backside.

And she remembered that throughout the ordeal, Centorea had been there under the attic entrance. Too big to climb up the ladder, but almost annoyingly determined to make sure Rachnera was okay in between loud belches and sputtering silky farts…

Rachnera huffed and wiped her eyes, a small smile grew on her face as she coughed one last time and the room was clear of this new green ass-trocity Miia had created. “She may be an annoying worrywart…” Rachnera said out loud as she lifted her breasts up from the Herbs, still safe under their mammary shield as Rachnera got to work. (But she’s always been caring and dutiful, so I’ll repay the favor once she’s done blowing up the bathroom.) Rachnera thought. Even after all this time, she was quite dishonest about her feelings unless she was drunk on caffeine.

Meanwhile, as Rachnera ground up her herbal remedy and began boiling some water, Centorea was in the bathroom customized for her and Rachnera, a massive squat toilet was built into the floor with extra thick pipes and a powerful plumbing system as well as a Bidet and a hand flusher conveniently placed on the wall next. Centorea had removed her frock and was waiting for her rebellious stomachs to obey her.

GGRRGGRLRGRGRLLEEEE!

“Nnnnggghh…” Centorea groaned as she bit her lip, her cheeks blazing red with shame and anger as her second stomach gurgled. Centorea already had the bathroom fan on at full power, yet still, she was tepid about just letting loose all crassly! But when nature called…

FFFFRRRRAAAAAAP!

“Oooh! Gghnn!” Centorea moaned as another green gust exited her behind and swirled through the bathroom. Centorea gently lifted her hooves up and down as she tried her best to rub her second belly, only really patting her second back a bit as her lower carriage swelled. Centorea couldn’t deny it, her stomachs were both getting bigger! Even after all the horrid gas she’d released! Of all the foul, crazy things that could happen… she was bloating up from her own gas! Centorea gave up rubbing her equine half as she rubbed her human tummy, though she couldn’t see it under her large, pillowy breasts, she could definitely feel it gently straining against her top as it bubbled and burbled.

“Uuugh!” Centorea felt another wave of gas coming as her tail shot up, despite being in the bathroom, she clenched her ass for a few moments as the pressure surged through her. It just wouldn’t stop coming… Centorea dug her front left hoof into the tiled floor as she bit her lip again, clenching her left hand and letting go.

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!

A short bassy fart blew her hole wide open as Centorea whimpered. It was so disgusting… so vile... so horrid... so putrid… so shameful… so boorish! And yet… it felt… intoxicatingly good to empty her stomachs!

“Nnggh hurry up and settle down already!” Centorea moaned as her ears flopped down and her tail fanned her flatulence away. Centorea tried to talk to her stomachs, tried to command them as she did several times to the other girls in the house. After all, she was a Knight and needed to wield her authority from time to time! Or at least… she tried to be a knight!

Her stomachs did not care for her alleged authority and continued to rebel at her for eating Miia’s cooking as they both bubbled angrily again and Centorea brought both hands to her human belly, her lips opening in a low groan of discomfort as she locked her fingers together and felt her human stomach begin to swell against her. Spreading her fingers a tiny bit as her belly bubbled up like a balloon. Centorea groaned as she felt like a Soda bottle someone had dumped some mentos in, shaken up, then sprinted away from!

“Nnggh… Ooohh! It keeps… growing… Just stop already!” Centorea cried out as her fingers began to squeeze down on her belly, as it slowly inched out from her usual flat, svelte human stomach to a puffy bloated middle, as if she were hiding a dinner bowl under her shirt! Squeezing down on her first stomach made her guts roil in discomfort, so Centorea squeezed harder. Desperate to get all this gas out already and be done with this nightmare so she could go to her room, cry, and forget this ever happened! Centorea squeezed down harder as her human belly cried out, begging her to stop, before they revolted entirely.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLRRRRPPPP!

PPPPPPPBPPRBPPBPBPLRRBPLBRPLPLPLEEE!

Centorea’s eyes widened as a double assault on her gates began, her stomachs had chosen regicide! Her lips opened wide as she suddenly belched, a thick roiling swampy burp that buffeted the bathroom door with the full arsenal of foul scents her stomachs had tucked away! And the second assault was well underway as her tail shot up and a thick spluttering fart made her cheeks clap noisily and lewdly as hot cheesy and rotten cabbage gas spilled from her ass like the horrifying fog from the dragon’s mouth on a movie she’d watched the other day!

Centorea’s belch was loud enough that Rachnera could hear it in the kitchen as she winced, the tea bubbling away as Rachnera held her own stomach, the memories of just laying on her belly and burping over and over again on her hammock resurfaced as Rachnera shivered before getting back to work.

As Centorea and Rachnera’s bathroom filled with green smog faster than the fan could suck it out, Centorea’s belch not only permeated the room, but her nostrils and mind as Centorea wanted to cry out, but kept belching for another several seconds. Despite the atrociousness filling her head, the utter disgust she had, Centorea’s thick, perky nipples began to harden, poking at her shirt as two thick nubs began to beg for attention.

“Uunggh! Goodnesssss! Such… vile blackguards in my stomachs! Uunggh… I’m a pig… a disgusting pig! Utterly shameless and vile and FFfffFRRRaaapppPPP! Oooh~! Eee!” Centorea slapped her hands over her mouth as something just as brazen as that little fart had slipped out of her. A moan! Centorea couldn’t believe it. How could she have-!? A moan!!! That was not a groan of discomfort or disgust… that was the sound of a woman in bed, that had come from her lips, from farting!!!

“Ohhh hang me now! How will Master react to knowing that one of his ladies is… is… is some crass harlot getting off to her own flatus! Unnghh…” Centorea whined, blowing it out of proportion as she always did when she got stressed out from making a mistake.

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