Misha's Eruption V2 p5

            The Acolytes dealing with Quinn had practically figured her out like those 5% of people who read a manual all the way through, knowing all of Quinn’s buttons to push to make her ass trumpet and sing however they wanted as if their fingers were a Universal Remote to her soft bulging tummy… as she cried out helplessly to this cruel torture that wouldn’t end until her stomach was empty…

Misha’s Acolytes however… were struggling quite a great deal to help their golden boy. Misha was now sitting on his prior toilet. Jirokk had bowed in forgiveness several times when the Acolytes opened the door and he had seen that the Dual Relief Station had been torn apart as Misha cried his eyes out and plodded his fat ass onto the Porcelain Throne he’d sat on before. Claiming his rightful toilet as he tried to make his voice as authoritative as possible while bawling his beautiful eyes out before saying “I want… this one!”. While Quinn would have laughed her ass off at how gorgeous and pathetic Misha looked, by all regards one of the most beautiful women many would see in their lives, except he had a penis, Father Jirokk was nothing but apologetic as the Acolytes had clearly upset the Icon. While he knew Misha was not the type, this offense must be corrected at once! Other Apostle’s could have demanded several punishments for such a crime!

Father Jirokk made the Moving Stone walls change configurations once again as Misha was now sitting and huffing on his original toilet. So much more comfy than that horrible steel trap with his dick stuck inside it… Misha whimpered and crossed his legs at the horrible feeling still slowly fading from his memory… he’d have yet another trauma now just like loud engines and soda bottles and Roosters…

“I’m so pathetic…” Misha whimpered as his team of Acolytes panicked.

“Nooo! Never! Icon Misha you are so-“

“Wonderful!”
            “Gorgeous!”

“Powerful!”

“Amazing!”

“Delicate!”

The Acolytes tried to sing his praise, but several of their words just made him feel like they were lying… and the other half made him feel like they were just ogling his big butt again! Misha’s self confidence was plummeting once again as he fiddled on the toilet with his panties somewhere by that atrocious machine… It didn’t help that they were still rubbing their hands together and looked like a pack of Hyenas trying to rub him down!

Misha’s dick had shrunk all the way down, too stressed and humiliated to be turned on. Though that meant nothing to his balls… the orbs were still just as radiant and swollen as before as they sloshed with untold amounts of glowing divine sperm. Misha opened his mouth to speak as the Acolytes all leaned in, eager to be given permission to start groping all over him again… but their excited eyes terrified Misha and the words died in his throat as he closed his mouth and kicked his feet helplessly. The Icon and his Acolytes were at a stalemate of outrageous awkwardness…

(Nnf… I’m such an idiot… what would Quinn do? She’d yell at all of them to give her space… she’d take charge and use the toilet whenever she wanted! And yet… I can’t even raise my voice!) Misha cried internally, trying to speak up again and once again the words died in his mouth. He couldn’t even stutter the words out this time!? Misha wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear… though if he curled up all everyone would see is his giant butt and fluffy tail!

(Nnggh… stop staring at meeeee! I can’t take all the eyes! Pleeasse!? I want my clooothes! Maybe if I… maybe if I try to poop they’ll go away!?) Misha cried, hoping somehow one of the Acolytes might just read his mind. All their longing gazes, wanting to help him, and yet helping him involved touching all his private parts… Misha’s hands were having a very hard time covering his soft penis and engorged balls as his tail wrapped around him a bit, using his large fluffy tail to try and hide his tummy and girly chest… but all that really did was make him look like a Diva wearing a gold and silver fur jacket! The Elf Acolyte who’d wanted a taste before was really having a struggle of consciousness right now as her desire to be a good and faithful Acolyte was warring against her need to suck on those fat glowing suns resting on Misha’s thunder thighs! Even if she got burned or burnt tasting those forbidden fruits… she really, really, really needed to put her lips on one!

However, right as the Elf Acolyte was about to lose all her composure and pounce on Misha’s hips… the Behemoth resting inside Misha prepared to roar again. Misha’s ears twitched as his eyes unfocused, his whole body giving in in mere moments to the monolithic mass hidden inside him. The Behemoth wanted out and Misha was entirely subservient to its demands. Misha’s fingers let go of his tail as it shot straight up and he leaned forwards unconsciously, as if the shit inside him was bending him forwards so it could come out, no longer teasing with him, it was furious with him for holding it in so long. Misha’s pillowy donut bulged as in just a second the Acolyte’s watched Misha’s transformation from crying gorgeous womanly bunny boy, into a determined and slutty shitter, ready to unload everything right then and there.

And then, the Beast roared.

GGGGGGGGGRGRGRGRGRGRGGGRRRRRRRRRRGGGGLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRRWWWWWWWLLLLRRRR!

The Acolytes fell to their knees as the ground shook with the roar of the beast. Misha’s stomach churned and roared like two mountains colliding as the golden bunny’s will was overpowered entirely. He was nothing but a vessel for the angry divine shit as his donut bulged and he clenched his dainty hands into fists, his stomach rippling and bulging as the Leviathan slithered around inside his intestines. Compressed with the ritual down to a gorgeous flat little tummy, the Acolytes could only stare in shock at this divine sight as inch to three inch large bulges formed and disappeared under Misha’s perfect belly. How big would they be without the Compression spells? How big would his stomach be? Would those inch large bulges be a foot thick turd slithering to the surface? Three feet? Even bigger? The Acolyte’s imaginations ran wild as Misha strained and pushed, desperately obeying the beast’s call to shit as if it was Irahei herself guiding his bowels and making him push and push and push.

Misha’s mouth opened as his honey-glazed eyes stole the hearts of all of the Acolytes, they no longer existed to Misha as he gave a lewd golden breath… his puckered lips letting out a puff of tender sparkling gold, as if beckoning for someone to fill his slutty mouth with their cock or pussy. Misha’s dick twitched and began to grow against his raging stomach as the shit-beast pushed deeper and deeper inside him, pressing against his prostate and filling his colon to bursting as it all wanted out right now… if only Misha would let it. Misha gave in like a submissive lover as he leaned forwards even more, almost sucking off his own dick as his ass wobbled lewdly, his cock brushing against his cheek as the gurgling roar overpowered his senses, his urges, all he needed to do was poop and he would finally have relief from the titanic weight within him!

            PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!

            The beast inside him screamed, and Misha obeyed as his strawberry-volcano opened wide, achingly desperate to unload the biggest shit Misha had ever taken… He shut his golden eyes now and grit his teeth, a soft whimper in him as the beast inside him demanded he changed positions, and in a moment Misha was ramrod straight, cock throbbing in the air as his balls jiggled like a DDD sack, his asshole pushing so hard it could shatter diamonds as Misha desperately tried to give birth to his dump, the shit-strosity inside… and yet after over thirty seconds of gurgling and rumbling so powerfully the normal tiles on the floor cracked… the gurgling went away, robbing Misha of relief like a scorned lover kicking him out of the bedroom. Misha’s stomach cramped in revenge as he panted and clutched his belly, trying to soothe the tempestuous, scornful beast… it was like Irahei had possessed his stomach, as kind and loving as the goddess of Growth, as violent and vindictive as the Goddess of Decay. Punishing Misha for being unable to shit…

            An ominous fullness settled deep inside Misha even after the gurgle and cramps had all gone away. As if his bowels were being weighed down permanently now… or as if even the Icon was starting to reach his limits…

            Misha finally began to come back to his senses after nearly ten seconds of panting as one thought filled him. (I’m going to explode…) He thought, surely there was no way he could handle that pressure any longer... The next time his stomach gurgled like that… Misha could picture it vividly. His belly would rumble so powerfully buildings would fall over, then the Compression spells would fail, and Misha’s belly would grow bigger than a mountain in a second before exploding and covering the entire world in gas and shit! Misha’s fear took over his imagination as he pictured the entire world covered in golden gas oceans and brown steaming continents…

            “Icon Misha!” An Acolyte spoke, snapping Misha out of his spiral as he looked up and realized he was back on the toilet, naked, with a group of Acolytes all staring at him.

            “Eh…” Misha’s eyes widened as he drew in breath, his body still deciding if he was going to hyperventilate, curl in on himself and cry like a ball, cry like a baby with a flood of Cerulean tears, or just ‘scream’ for Quinn and hope she heard it through both walled off halls.

The various levels of Misha stress as Quinn called it. Though there was a level 0 that even Quinn was scared of, that had only come out once. Normally her little crybaby was just that. And when the Acolytes began to talk about Laxatives right in front of Misha, his stress levels began to rise rapidly towards Defcon Quinn.

“The bubblegum flavor is best, it won’t be too powerful and-“

“No one likes the bubblegum flavor! He’d like the strawberry, right Icon Misha?”

“The Strawberry flavor might be too strong!”

“N-No… pl-pl-please?” Misha whimpered, crying softly as they Acolytes had even pulled out a few bottles of strange things. The horny Elf Acolyte was practically groping the bottle of green swirling liquid in her hands as Misha felt his stomach twist into knots just looking at whatever concoctions might be in there. Laxatives were another one of his traumatic things! In fact, he might hate Laxatives even more than Roosters! Misha’s eyes swirled as the Acolytes drew nearer, like a pack of wolves surrounding their kill as Misha couldn’t make words come out of his mouth.

“What about a tonic of Clear Everafter?”

“You might as well just give him Apostle’s Bane then!”

“Apostle’s Bane!? Do you want to bury the entire Latrepolis!? If that was given to an Icon he might fill the entire Shell!”

“What about an oil enema?”

(Enema!?!?) Misha’s huge butt quivered as his eyes were swirling vortexes of gold now, hyperventilating as Cerulean tears flowed down his cheeks as he tried to crawl into the toilet to escape.

“We’ll go with the strawberry flavored Ring Flower extract.” The Human Male Acolyte who had rubbed his belly before said, taking charge of the others as he took a black vial from another Acolyte and uncorked it. Misha could smell the slightly rotten cherry scent of the Ring Flowers immediately. Even before Misha had been chosen as an Icon, he had always had a thing for Botany, though it was more of a passing hobby than something he wanted to do all his life. Still… he knew that eating the odd swirling petals of the Ring Flower would ingest their thick diuretic oils and within an hour the animal or person who consumed them would be doubled over, spraying their guts out onto the ground… And this was the extract!?

A flood of images filled Misha’s terrified head. The Acolytes suddenly seemed like 100-foot-tall evil monsters holding this vial of deadly poison, slowly placing it towards him, and then when he drank the evil giants’ poison… his stomach would rumble before he’d explode on the spot with poop! (NO NO NO NO NO NO!) Misha screamed in his head as the Laxative was mere inches from his lips.

Misha’s Stress levels shot straight to Defcon Quinn.

Summoning the loudest voice he could give normally, Misha took a deep breath and cried out, his voice sounding like a teenage girl yelling for her parents after seeing a bug on the floor. “QQQQUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!” Misha screamed his lungs out, which was only a bit louder than a professional speaker talking to a crowd. All the Acolytes were surprised by this sudden volume from his lips as they stood back a little bit, wondering what they should do. Why had he called for the other Apostle? Was he calling for help? Did he want her to be there to watch him dump? The same Human Male Acolyte realized immediately.

“Drop the Laxatives!” He commanded. The others did not listen.

A few seconds later they heard the grinding screams of stone wrenched from stone, as magical sparks and red hot sparks flew from the Moving Stone walls as three glowing white claw tips eventually pierced through, cleaving through the wall of stone faster each time before a full set of glowing white claws tore through the wall and ripped it open, chunks of Moving Stone flickering before dropping to the ground, their enchantments destroyed by Quinn’s divine energy.

Misha’s Acolytes looked on in pure terror as Quinn stuck her head through the hole, her eyes leaving a trail of silver as a low growl filled the room and she opened her mouth, her canines glistening.

She’d torn a hole straight through the Moving Stone!

“Who the fuck is messing with my boyfriend!?” Quinn growled as the Acolytes hastily prostrated before her. Misha looked up in fear, embarrassment, and a wee bit of awe and arousal. Quinn had summoned her Divine Blade just for him!? As she reared her hands back and struck the wall, her claws cut through the Moving Stone even easier than before as Quinn warmed her claws up. After all, that was her power.

The Hound of Vyklios, Exalted of Flows.

Just as a wash can go from barren and empty to a roaring flashflood once the rain began, once Quinn tapped into her Divine Energy, her power activated. Flow. It was quite the ridiculous power, though just as it had many strengths, it had many drawbacks too. Quinn could see and feel the flow of things, and her own speed and power picked up the longer she burned through her energy reserves. The Flow of water, the flow of the wind, the blood pumping through someone’s veins, the push and pull of gravity, the flow of time… all things became a river to her the longer she stayed energized. While Quinn did not have the power to stop this flow or reverse it, she had the power to read it, and channel it, and that power grew throughout the fight. Misha had seen it with himself, how Quinn had challenged a Corrupt Champion and the horrific Visage’s attacks sliced at her arms and legs, but after a minute of fighting, Quinn’s hair and tail shined like mercury in the light and she was darting through the Corrupt Champion’s swings as if it was in slow motion to her! At the start of the fight, her claws had done nothing to the Corrupt Champion’s armor. But soon after she began to shine like a beacon, one claw swipe cleaved the Champion in two! Misha had rushed to her side after the fight as she panted, unable to move for several minutes from the drawback of so much energy being drained at once. That was one of her power’s greatest drawbacks, its cost. It burned through her energy like oil on a fire. And the second… as Quinn had learned the hard way when she insulted the Supreme Apostle of the Sovereign of the Seas…

Even if you could see an attack coming, it doesn’t always mean you can dodge it…

As Quinn tore through the wall and entered as if she owned the place, her hair and tail glowing lightly, Misha’s eyes widened as he saw two things at once. Her stomach was still quite large, as if she were several months pregnant… and behind her, Quinn’s Acolytes were all bowing and had proud smiles on their faces.

Quinn marched up to the Acolytes prostrating and stepped on the bottle, the glass shattering as she grabbed the Elf Acolyte and lifted her into the air by her clothes. “The fuck you think you’re doing to my Mishee!? I should wring all your necks!” Quinn growled as Misha squealed. She was too mad!

“Q-Quiiiiin! I’m-I’m okaaay! Pl-please calm down!” Misha cried out as Quinn looked at her boyfriend, naked and covered in Cerulean tears on the toilet. Her glow faded a little bit, but she was still pissed.

“Talk. What were you trying to do to him?” Quinn growled as the Elf Acolyte nodded, her fear mixing with awe at just the smallest fraction of an Apostle’s power. If she were to be killed now, she would have no regrets… except maybe not getting a taste of Misha’s balls…

“We were… trying to give him a laxative to help his stomach!” The Elf Acolyte said. Quinn huffed in annoyance. A second later the door burst open as Father Jirokk entered. Misha squealed again and attempted to cover his glowing balls, his girly nipples, his… everything…

“Apostle Quinn! Please! They were only doing what they thought was best to serve you both, if you intend to punish her, please direct it at-“

Quinn growled again before dropping the Elf Acolyte. “Cut the shit, J! They fucked up and made my Mishee cry again and again and AGAIN! I don’t want their heads; I want their asses beat for doing a shitty job!” Quinn growled as she stood in front of the Cyclops High Priest. Even though she was shorter than him, buck naked except for her gorgeous, metallic silver claws with ornate flower embroidery, and sporting a large belly, she was terrifying and beautiful to everyone in the room. Quinn huffed and her Divine Blade turned off, the claws disappearing with magical sparkles that faded away in a moment. Then she turned her still very deadly normal claws into a fist, stuck her finger out and poked Jirokk in the chest lightly. Father Jirokk felt like he’d been punched in the chest as he staggered back. Even though Cyclops were both bigger and stronger than humans were, an Apostle’s strength was never to be underestimated. There was a reason they were made to fight the world’s most horrific beasts and the forces of Corruption after all.

“Quinn!” Misha squealed. That was too far! Father Jirokk had been nothing but nice to them!

“There. You ate the punishment for them. You happy now?” Quinn said as Father Jirokk took a deep breath, his chest still aching a bit from the poke, though he also realized Quinn must have held back quite a lot seeing as he didn’t have a hole in his chest. He looked down at the angry wolf girl and saw her tail swishing left and right as she waited to see his reaction. Father Jirokk gave a slight pained smile.

“Thank you, Apostle Quinn. I will make sure-” Father Jirokk took another breath as the pain faded. “-they are disciplined properly.” Father Jirokk said with a warm smile now, his one eye squinting a bit with a knowing look as Quinn huffed, her tail twitching before she smiled a bit back.

“I’m still annoyed… but good. Hey! You shits! You hear that? He ate the punishment for you guys, and guys better take whatever the hell he decides to give you! Now get out of here!” Quinn pointed at Misha’s acolytes and growled through it at the end as they nodded hurriedly and left the created room. Now it was just Jirokk, Quinn, Misha… and Quinn’s Acolytes who were still waiting by the ruined hole in the wall.

“Q-Quiiiinn that was… so meeeean!” Misha wailed quietly as Quinn stomped over to him, pinching his cheek lightly before licking his face with her long tongue. “EEEEEE! Quuuiiiiinn!” Misha cried as she was being so groooossss! Even though her warm tongue on his cheek didn’t give him the same reaction at all as when he was dirty from mud…

“Good. You big baby. Until you know how to stand up for that fat ass of yours. I gotta do it for you~.” Quinn teased as Misha cried again, normal tears this time, and Quinn fought the urge to kiss him. She knew if she did… things might get steamy pretty fast~.

“Bu-but that’s… nngh…” Misha cried softly as he hugged his big fluffy tail. Quinn’s grin turned wolfish as it crept up her face, her tail wagging happily as her belly sloshed a bit, getting a tiny bit bigger as she watched her boyfriend cry like a princess.

One of Quinn’s dozen acolytes walked through the hole in the wall towards Father Jirokk. She was a Half Elf who looked in her mid-thirties, gentle but stern, with beautiful pale skin and dark brown hair. “Sorry for the mess, Father. As soon as she heard Icon Misha cry her name, she bolted through the door without even letting us put her clothes back on, luckily we were already-“

“Hey! Shut up Esille! Fucking monster…” Quinn growled at the Acolyte as she ruffled Misha’s hair, making Misha cry and grab his golden locks instead of his tail to try and prevent her from messing up his long, beautiful golden braids. Father Jirokk noticed Quinn’s face had turned bright red as the Acolyte gave a quiet but proud smile.

(She got her name correct? Is that a show of respect… or fear?) Father Jirokk thought before he turned his one huge eye towards Esille and she bowed again, her smile not faltering at all.

“We fully emptied Apostle Quinn’s bowels, Father. However, it appears her-“

“I said shut up Esille!” Quinn barked again, her face turning even redder as her stomach heaved and sloshed like a water balloon. Esille looked back at Quinn with a triumphant grin, raising her left hand and making a small claw as Quinn’s face turned even redder still. A low growl coming out of her as Misha and Jirokk both wondered what had happened.

“Come on Mishee! Let’s just get out of here! I’ll grab that stupid Turtle lounging around wherever the hell he is, and we’ll go find a nice huge spot in the forest for you to dump.” Quinn said as she glared at Esille and pulled Misha’s hand. Misha stood up for a moment before his embarrassment overrode everything else.

“Nnnnoo! T-toilet! I want-I want this one! No more foressssttsss!” Misha cried as he slammed his fat wobbly ass back onto the toilet. Quinn looked at him in shock before sighing… and giving Esille one last death glare as she returned an even more smug smile than before.

“Mishee. I know you hate taking a dump in the forests, but there is no way these guys can handle that bomb brewing in there.” Quinn said, pointing to Misha’s belly as his face turned into a pretty good impersonation of a strawberry.

“P-Please?” Misha said as he looked up at Quinn, tears flowing down his chin as Quinn’s heart throbbed and her belly bloated another inch… (Fuuuck… fuuuck I shouldn’t have looked into his eyes he’s so cuuute! Shit shit shit!) Quinn yelled at herself internally before sighing as her tail swished.

“Fiiiiiine… if you say so babe.” Quinn thought as Father Jirokk felt it was finally okay for him to speak back up.

“Apostle Quinn. Thank you for your worries, but I can assure-“ Jirokk was cut off by Quinn’s evil glare. It appeared she had already grown to hate that phrase of his… Father Jirokk gave a small cough which made his chest ache again before he spoke back up.

“I do not know what happened with Esille and the others, but you are much smaller than before and do not seem to be suffering an overload anymore.” Father Jirokk spoke as Quinn’s ears shut against her head and she looked down at her tits and big swirling tummy… “So I must presume they did their job wonderfully as servants to you Apostles, and I presume that your toilet did not clog even once while you were using it? I must remind you, our facilities were upgraded just six years ago and were able to handle a Supreme Apostle of a Sovereign without incident. So, please place your faith in us once more, I assure you our plumbing can handle it!” Father Jirokk spoke proudly as Quinn huffed at him.

“You said it again…” She grumbled. He was really starting to remind her of a certain Turtle and a certain Teacher… both of whom she respected a lot in secret, and both of whom annoyed the fuck out of her.

“C-c-c-can we… clothes…” Misha whispered as he tried not to think about his naked crotch and chest and his girlfriend’s big naked butt right next to his face… Misha’s eyes swirled once again as his dick began to twitch and stir every time he glanced at Quinn’s butt… Misha quickly looked at Father Jirokk but that only reminded him that he was naked in front of the High Priest!!!

“Icon Misha, Apostle Quinn. To further soothe your worries. We have the highest capacity upgrade we could afford for the Latrepolis, and we have-“

“You guys get paid???”

“The most state-of-the-art plumbing on this continent. While it does not hold a candle to the Aurcorrom Gigante, the Patented E-trap toilets, combining the best parts of P-Traps with magic are designed with Vacuum driven plumbing to push down any sized blessing! With expanding pipes surrounded by Cloud Foam, so even if an Apostle had a tremendous blessing somehow bigger than the toilet, or merely had a tremendous flow, the pipes would expand safely, squeeze down the Cloud Foam, and the continuous flow of water from the Vacuum driven plumbing would help it all go down easily without a single clog or any risk of a backflow! We even have eight Automatic Flood Gate Valves within our city, all made with Terracrine steel! Please, rest assured, there is nothing to worry about!” Father Jirokk beamed as Quinn could just SEE him with a beard and two eyes now and lecturing her for hours…

Quinn gave an accusatory glare at Father Jirokk, expecting the Cyclops to secretly transform into that annoying teacher any second… before she looked back at Misha who was still sniffling and trying to cover himself desperately.

“Well Babe? Your call. Now I kinda wanna see you blow up their toilets so bad J regrets ever saying they could handle you~” Quinn teased as Misha folded his ears over his head as his tail wagged and he gave a small whine. Even though Quinn was teasing him about something so grooooossss… Quinn’s words made his body subconsciously get excited to prove her right.

Misha pulled his ears over his eyes in shame, but his big fluffy tail was starting to wag a little as his body agreed with Quinn’s words whether he wanted to or not. “O-okay.” Misha said as he adjusted himself on the toilet. His huge butt shifting over the special porcelain throne as Quinn tried not to bite her lip at his fat ass and those big glowing balls resting on his lap like stuffed Waterlamps… if the Elf Acolyte knew how good those things tasted just by themselves she’d have been wailing like a mad woman for not getting to try~.

Quinn looked at her Mishee and back at everyone else. “Well? You heard my boyfriend! Everyone get the hell out!” Quinn barked as Jirokk and Esille bowed, Jirokk’s eyes widening in pain as he coughed from bending over… Even with Quinn holding back he definitely had a bruised rib or collarbone…

“That means you guys too! My big crybaby needs privacy~ Isn’t that right Mishee?” Quinn asked as she leaned over and kissed Misha’s cheek. Misha gave a tiny squeal as his third leg went from soft and chubby and hiding in it’s hole, to shooting up several inches and pulsing softly with strength right in front of everyone… Misha cried and tried to stop it, but Quinn grabbed his cute face and gave him a firm kiss on his soft girly lips as Esille watched for a teeny bit longer, seeing how her Apostle was doing… Quinn’s stomach bloated another inch as Misha whimpered into her mouth and his cock shot straight up to a full blown erection. Esille wanted to measure it, as just from this angle his dick must have been over two feet long and there was a compression spell on it…

“Q-Qu-Quiiinnn!” Misha whimpered as his cock throbbed and raged and begged to be touched even with everyone staring. Misha’s gorgeous eyes were flooding with tears again as Quinn turned around. Esille was almost out the door and the other Acolytes had vacated the broken spot in the wall.

“Esille! Tell everyone to get out of the whole bathroom. I wanna have fun with my boyfriend and let him be as loud as he wants~” Quinn spoke up as Esille nodded. A wry smile on Esille’s face as Misha wailed.

“Nooooo! I-I-I’m not loooud! Quiiiiiin pplleeaaasssse!” He whimpered… yet his cock only throbbed harder in agreement, wanting him to be teased, wanting to be played with, to be loved and pampered and given all the special attention in the world as the behemoth in his bowels even seemed to disappear for a moment, the only thing he could feel was the throbbing monster between his legs, and the tidal waves of glowing golden spunk swirling through his Divine Fruits underneath it. Misha shoved his head into his hands and cried as his dick trembled like a dread bottle of Soda with Mentos inside waiting to explode.

Esille bowed again before giving a cold smile. “Of course, Apostle Quinn. You two enjoy yourselves as much as you desire. But if either of you isn’t drained when I come back~” Esille held up her fingers and made that terrifying claw shape again as Quinn’s stomach almost gurgled just looking at it. Quinn huffed with a strange mixture of fear, arousal, and respect.

“Get out already you loser!” She barked as Esille left with a smile on her face, taking everyone out with her much to the protest and worry of the other Acolytes.

“Hhmmmmfff fuuuck~! Finally! Fiiiinaalllly just me and my boyfriend and his gargantuan fucking dick! Ohh yesss I’ve missed this thing sooo much! Nnnggg I can’t wait to break my jaw on it Mishee!” Quinn’s mouth just spewed vulgarity after vulgarity as Misha whimpered in horror, and yet his heart beat faster with each word as his tail started to wag almost in tune with Quinn’s. Despite his outward crying and protesting, deep, deep down, the little masochist in Misha was wide awake and loving it all.

“Quiiinn! Languuage!” Misha whimpered between sniffles, until Quinn grabbed his dick, her hand not even enough to get all the way around the throbbing shaft. Maybe two hands wouldn’t even be enough! Misha’s reaction was immediate. His gasp was caught in his throat as he froze like a deer in headlights, all of his senses focused on the warmth of his girlfriend’s hands on his throbbing dick. The pillar of love, meat, and fertility was tamed instantaneously by her gentlest touch. Misha couldn’t move a muscle as Quinn gave a soft squeeze. “Uah!” Misha whimpered instantly before slapping a hand over his mouth, he sounded like a woman making love! Quinn’s wolfish smile, and her belly, grew immediately as her tail wagged so fast it could chop someone’s leg right off.

Quinn couldn’t contain her excitement as she reared her head back and Misha hurriedly covered his ears.

AAAAAWWWWWWRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  

A deep, haunting yet beautiful wolf’s howl left Quinn’s lips and pierced straight through the walls, echoing like thunder inside the small constructed bathroom, yet heard clear as day by most of the citizens of the Latrepolis. Misha hated loud noises normally… yet Quinn’s howl made him even more excited as it showed she was barely in control of herself at all… she was practically acting on instinct, and that instinct was to mate with her pathetic, tiny, beautiful fat assed boyfriend!

“Uugghhh! I almost forgot how fucking amazing this thing is Mishee! Nnff you look so huuuge. I bet you’re ready to explode right now huh? Huh!? MMfff…” Quinn got on all fours below Misha as he tried to protest and say he wasn’t about to explode… his dick feeling icy cold and neglected where Quinn let go of it. Then, Misha whimpered and gasped in shock as Quinn slammed her tits onto his knees, grabbed his thighs, and gave a gentle, sucking kiss on Misha’s balls. Misha’s golden eyes sparkled as his toes curled and once again his breath was stuck in his throat, his body being played with as if he were an instrument and Quinn his musician.

Quinn was in heaven of her own as her fat tits pressed down on her boyfriend’s knees and thighs thicker than her own, ignoring the growing sloshy pool of femcum building in herself. She planted her lips on Misha’s enormous balls and gave them a deliciously evil little taste. So much Mana and Divine Energy swirling inside them… so much spunk… Even the sweat on his balls tasted sweet and fruity, like a mix of strawberries and oranges! Quinn gave the plump orbs another kiss and a lick as each one was bigger and heavier than her own head, hell, even now they were almost getting as big as her breasts!

“Uuuugghhh~” Quinn groaned into Misha’s balls as he mewled, covering his mouth with both hands as he cried yet again, but these were horny tears~ Like a woman crying from love and bliss after consecrating her marriage with a steamy night of passion with her betrothed, every ache, every touch, every bit of soreness only added to the raw love and passion flowing through her, and that same feeling flowed through Misha as he gave in helplessly to his lover. He was hers, she could play with him however he wanted, not because she was stronger or meaner or demanded it, but because he gave himself to her. His body was hers to play with however she wanted until both of them were satisfied.

“Q-Quinn…” Misha’s voice was barely a whisper, and that delicious tone… the sultry voice of a woman claimed and needing more… Oh GODS how it drove Quinn wild! Quinn’s tail wagged so hard, she half expected to start flying into the air like a helicopter from one of those movies she’d watched!

“Mmmfff Mishee~! I love you so much! Fuuuck fuck fuuck you’re so hot and pathetic and cute and GOOODSS I need to tease these balls until they burst me and then burst me again and again when I revive! MMMF! If we didn’t have those fertili-whatever spells on us, I bet just a spoon of your thick, delicious, steaming, spunk! Could knock up a whole village of chicks!” Quinn growled as she licked Misha’s balls again. Making him whimper and try to cross his legs reflexively. And yet, every vulgar, rude, and outright horny thing Quinn said made Misha’s balls feel heavier and fuller!

Quinn had another evil idea… and a tiiiiny bit of her still wanted revenge for getting kicked in the face a week ago~. She pinched Misha’s left testicle very gently as his eyes opened wide in pain and pleasure, before she sprang up and gave him another deep kiss on his lips. Quinn staring into Misha’s eyes as she stuck her tongue into his mouth and watched his eyes unfocus, turning hazy like bronze as they crossed a bit, and she cupped his fat glowing melon and kept kissing him, waiting to see if-

BBBBLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRP-SSHLLOOOOOSSSSSHHH

Quinn almost screamed and laughed in Misha’s mouth as she heard and felt it. Misha’s glowing sperm tanks audibly bloating with even more Divine spunk~! Quinn felt her fingers spread apart as Misha’s cupped fruit grew bigger and plumper, softly lurching out inch after inch with seed. Forget knocking up a village! If the Contraceptive spells weren’t on the Apostles, he could cum down the drain and get a whole city pregnant! So warm and stretchy, firm yet so much give, Quinn squished Misha’s fruit a bit as his eyes grew even more hazy… Oh gods was he about to cum already!? Quinn couldn’t allow that. Grinning evilly, Quinn pulled away entirely as she stood there panting.

Misha’s cock throbbed a few times, the orgasm he was so close to having faded away angrily as he panted, gold-balled once again as he tried to breathe, his dick harder than a stone pillar pulsed a few more times before calming as Misha’s eyes unfocused and he began to cry. He looked up and saw Quinn grinning down at him, and even just seeing her big stomach and throbbing nipples and evil smile made his dick ache with need as Misha sniffled. “W-Whyyy?” He whimpered, too pure to beg for sex, but too helpless and addicted to it to go without it. Did she want him to explode!? Or was this just more teasing.

“Q-Quinn… what…? Haah” Misha gasped for air, betrayed by his girlfriend right on the cusp of orgasm… Misha already knew it would be pointless if he tried… and yet despite that, his hands went to his cock and gently began stroking it. Surprising him as Quinn watched with pure lust and hunger for that dick, but was restraining herself for some reason.

“Hahahahaha~ Ohh Mishee you’re trying to jack off? Oh that’s amazing! Go on. I’ll watch.” Quinn said as Misha’s mouth opened in horror. What was he doing!?!? But his hands wouldn’t listen, they just kept pumping gently on his massive rod, trying in vain to bring back that orgasmic feeling, that rush of electricity and energy. Misha tried not to look at it… it was so humiliating! Why wouldn’t his hands listen to hiiiiim!

“Hic sniffle I-I can’t… I can’t stop.” Misha cried, turning his head away as his balls throbbed over a foot in diameter each, gurgling softly with seed as they shined like torches.

“Mmfffh~ Poor, poor, poor Mishee~ Your even dirtier than me! At least I can stop masturbating when someone is watching me. Keep it up babe~ Go on, try and cum without me.” Quinn’s words pierced Misha’s heart like a Quill shot as he looked up at her, crying even harder as his dick throbbed in excitement from being called dirty by his girlfriend. He-he wasn’t a pervert! And yet his hands were still pumping away at his rock-hard girth, a tiny dribble of golden precum leaking from the tip, shining in the light and even sparkling like liquid gold but with the consistency of honey.

“Buuut, I don’t wanna sit here watching you jerk off for hours, babe! We gotta deal with that beast in your tummy. Or did you get so horny you already forgot you need to take a giant shit?” Quinn grinned as she turned, letting her tail gently hit Misha’s dick and face with the soft, silver-pink fur. Normally, Misha would sneeze from that, but right now… it made him moan as his hand pumped faster.

“Ah ah. I thoouuught I made it obvious!” Quinn growled as she grabbed Misha’s hands and forcefully pushed them onto his thick thighs, sinking into his pillowy thunder thighs as he whimpered. His eyes swirled with lust and confusion. He really was so needy he’d forgotten all about his need to go to the bathroom!

(Well… I’ll just remind him then!) Quinn thought, impressed by her genius idea as Misha cried and wondered what was going on as Quinn put a hand against his flat stomach, and pressed down. Misha’s eyes turned into saucers as his stomach immediately roared and he felt something surge inside him. Quinn ducked to the side as Misha’s eyes crossed and a golden ball of light travelled up his throat, making it swell out inch by inch before filling his cheeks as Misha opened his mouth.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!

A titanic golden belch louder than anything Quinn had ever produced roared from Misha’s lips, blasting against the wall and shattering the thin door as Misha’s throat rippled from the ‘small’ bubble that Quinn had forced out of him. Misha’s eyes rolled in bliss as his dick trembled and leaked more pre-cum from burping for the first time in over a week, the enormous belch made his head feel like it was floating through the clouds as it tore another chunk off the Moving Stone wall and the glittering, glowing, golden gas filled the entire bathroom facility in one go as Misha’s belch rang on and soon passed a minute and kept going. Quinn took a deep breath of her boyfriend’s gas as her stomach sloshed and swelled another two inches, getting close to the floor with her squirt as her second favorite flavor in the world filled her. Golden Honey Apples with a hint of Prismatic Iron.

Misha clutched his flat stomach as his toes curled and he leaned forwards, his burp getting even deeper as his dick rubbed against his cheek and splurted a tiny bit more golden pre-onto it. Quinn was fanning furiously so she could keep seeing her boyfriend’s blissful face as he belched and belched and belched, one continuous roar of golden gas from his gorgeous lips. Misha’s tail curled a bit as the tiny bubble that Quinn had popped, led to a belch so big the vents in the bathroom turned on and began pumping the golden gas outside.

And outside, the Acolytes and Priests were in complete awe as one of the loudest belches the Latrepolis had ever bore witness to, echoed even louder than the Wolf’s howl a minute before, as Golden Gas began to pour from the Moving Stone building as if it had become a gigantic version of Pandora’s Box.

As Misha settled into the rhythm of gas pumping out his lips, his belch went from a deep booming roar, to the purrs of a kitten… if the Kitten was perhaps over 100 feet long and 40 feet tall. The gentle but enormous belch continued on for another twenty seconds before finally ending as Misha closed his lips and panted, his dick trembling in excitement from burping so long as his tail meekly wagged. Quinn practically screamed in joy.

“AHHHH! YEESSSS MISHEE! HHGgg that’s my boyfriend! GOOODSSS! That was almost three minutes!!! FROM ONE BURP! NNggghh how much fucking gas is in you babe!? MMmfff I need to see that fat ass blow this hole place into a stupid crater!” Quinn practically squealed with girlish excitement and boyish desire for things to blow up. Misha was about to cry to her about how mean that was, before she hugged him and kissed his neck.

“Hya!” Misha gasped from his neck being kissed after burping so much gas. Too… too much! Too much! Misha’s eyes unfocused as his dick began to pulse again, his orgasm coming back quickly as Misha had blown from one end and was about to blow from another!

“Oh no you don’t!” Quinn grinned evilly as she stood up, leaving Misha panting as his cock trembled, even the base of his dick was glowing gold now as his cock trembled… Misha cried out of unfairness this time as his dick ached a bit, if she kept teasing him like this… what if his seed got stuck and couldn’t come out!? What if he got cum-blocked completely and popped!?

Misha was practically delirious with need now. His balls were sloshing like water balloons with seed and glowing even brighter than before, practically filling the entire room with light as the two groaning orbs begged to be relieved of the pressure inside. Just one orgasm… just one! Misha whimpered and tried not to wail in humiliation and need as his desperate cock ached and throbbed, yet he knew nothing he could do would get him off… The bunny boy normally as innocent as a nun, had a dick more greedy and powerful than an Incubus at that moment, screaming to be touched and slammed into Quinn’s throat or pussy and pump gallon after gallon after gallon after gallon into her until she burst for teasing him! Misha’s golden eyes swirled as he mewled pathetically, his tongue sticking out a little as once again his hands went to his dick and began trying to jack off again hopelessly.

“Mishee~.” Quinn whispered into his right ear as Misha didn’t even look at her, too horny and broken as tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped off his chin, just hearing her voice made him pump faster. Quinn absolutely loved it. If it didn’t suck so much ass for her too, she might make him go a week without relief again just to see him like this some more!

“Misheeeee~!”

“NnG!” Misha cried out, pumping his dick furiously from hearing Quinn whisper in his ears. Quinn’s wolfish grin hadn’t gone away in minutes now… if she nibbled his ears, hell, maybe even sunk a canine into them, not that she would, she bet his cock would explode right there and start spraying cum straight through the ceiling!