(Aerithill) Misha's Eruption v2 part 3

The femboy bunny's huge constipation

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            Luten led Misha through the Dining Labyrinth as Misha whined, his dick refusing to go down as he silently followed behind… or tried to… but their quick steps were making his big booty quake and clap every now and then, and that only made Misha’s face even redder. Luten almost stopped several times as they finally managed to exit the Labyrinth, wanting to make sure the Icon was okay as he waved aside the Acolytes who appeared at the corners of his vision like specters of servitude.

The Acolytes were practically frothing at the mouth as they could clearly tell that Misha was very bloated and needed expert care, and yet Luten cruelly waved them away as the group stalked just at the edge of Luten’s vision as he guided Misha out of the Dining Hall. (Pestering fleas they are… The Icon has wished for privacy already…) Luten thought as he once again gave a small shooing wave, but the Acolytes refused to listen. Several of the men and women looked antsy as they huddled together like a Slime monster, all staring at Misha like vultures to a kill. Only in this case, all they wanted to do was throw him on a toilet and massage and care for him until Misha was comatose with relief… Still, the Icon’s wishes trumped their desires and Luten stopped for a second.

“Eep!” Misha squeaked as he bumped into Luten, following his feet more than anything. Misha was still too busy cover the erection that just wouldn’t go down with both his dainty hands as his dick nearly hit Luten’s leg and Misha was about ready to bawl out an apology that second. Luten however paid it no mind, as a Priest of a Latrepolis, if Misha desired it, he could claim Luten’s body right here in the open if he so desired, though Luten was already well aware that Misha was not that kind of Apostle. Instead, Luten quickly gave a harsh glare to the Acolytes still hovering a short distance away behind the pillars. A few of them squealed and hid, but, perhaps due to their obsession or their strong wills to serve, the others glared right back at him. Luten grinned at their stubborn defiance. “What’s wr-wrong?” Misha asked as Luten looked down at him.

“Nothing, Icon Misha. Forgive me for stopping. Let’s go.” Luten spoke, Misha nearly “eep”ed once again as Luten sounded like a stern professor or father lecturing him after failing something for the twentieth time… and yet Luten turned without a word of scolding as he started heading past a group of Priestesses who bowed, tending to one of the many gardens, this one growing flowers that preferred the darkness provided by the great shell above them. A few of them took longing looks at Misha’s petite chest, his engorged boner, his wonderful plump and bouncy rump that swayed and shook as gracefully as it was lewd and enticing, and several of them were also a teeny bit jealous about Misha’s gorgeous hair and tail as his braids fluttered and his long gold and silver fluff bounced almost as much as his ass did.

“Oooh she’s so pretty…” One Priestess said before another corrected her.

“He! Don’t disrespect an Icon! Look at his tail, Sister! Male bunnies have large fluffy tails!” Another said.

“Ohh you’re right! Oh, Gods, he’s so beautiful! His hair sparkles like molten gold! Nnghh… I hope he calls me to his bed…” A third said, clearly losing herself to lust a little bit.

“Haaa!? Sister, that’s sacrilege!” The first Priestess scolded the third.

Misha heard it all with his sensitive ears as his face turned into a cherry once again, trying to hide his large butt with his tail and trying to waddle to hide his boner as tears began to run down his cheeks from being leered at by the priestesses. Luten scowled at the girls as they hurriedly got back to work.

“Icon Misha, they have disrespected you greatly. Please, any punishment you wish of me, I will accept.” Luten suddenly said as he got down to his knees, Misha’s eyes widened in horror as his dick almost hit Luten in the face.

“No! It’s- It’s fine! I just- B-bathroom!” Misha cried, his eyes swirling with confusion and shame. Luten nodded gracefully as he stood up, the Golden Bunny looking like a quivering puppy for a second as Misha almost wanted to cry for Quinn.

“Of course. We are almost there. Building 7D, the Moonpool. A large self-cleaning pool that allows Apostles of any size and body shape to-“ Luten started as Misha looked up with horror.

“Nooooo! Normal! Normal toilet! Pleeeaasee!” Misha cried as Luten nodded immediately.

“Of course, Icon Misha! My apologies, I mistakenly believed you would prefer it due to your urgency-“

“It-s not urgeeeent! Noooo!” Misha cried, but his stomach seemed to agree with Luten. Misha clenched his hands as felt the pressure build inside him once again.

GGRGRGGRLLLRGLRGLGRLGRLLLLOOOOOORRRRRP!

Misha clenched his eyes shut as his stomach rumbled once again, the beastly roar drawing the eyes of everyone in the clearing who heard it as Luten stumbled for a second before getting his footing once again. Misha whined loudly as his dick dribbled more golden precum and his donut throbbed, feeling like a few thousand pounds of poop was pushing against his backdoor as Misha bent over, helpless to his body as his booty jiggled and his tail raised up. The Acolytes rushed out, they knew this posture! Misha was about to start shitting right there in the clearing!

“NNnnggh!” Misha whined as the pressure in his belly felt like a mountain squeezing on top of him and trying to turn him into a diamond, his donut felt ready to explode as the urge to push made him pant as if he was in labor with his bowel movement… but even though Misha maaaaaay have actually given in to the urge a little bit and tried to force out at least SOME of the gas brewing in him along with all the weighty divine shit… his bulging donut finally calmed down as he panted, red-faced and crying as a wave of shame hit him. He’d just tried to poop out in the open! And he couldn’t even tell what was worse, the fact that nothing came out of him, or what might have happened if he had started pooping! The warning signs were all there…

He was constipated.

But still, Misha wanted to press on. As the Acolytes got nearer, Misha summoned up as much divine authority as he could through his shame as he looked at Luten. “Bathroom, pleeease! A normal one!” Misha said, his girly voice as pretty as ever as he panted from shame and need… if that gurgle happened again, Misha almost feared he’d give in no matter where he was, drop to a squat, pull his panties down and start pushing… and once again the thought of either conclusion to that scenario mortified him!

After a few more minutes of wandering, Luten had to verbally scold the Acolytes who had surrounded them, begging to take care of Misha until his nerves were frazzled too far and he fell to his butt crying, the Acolytes panicking as Luten nearly wanted to have them flogged as he told Misha they were almost there. Misha managed to calm down… but not before a few Cerulean tears mixed with the normal and now a batch of fresh, gorgeous Dahlias were blooming where only grass was before. As Misha waddled away after Luten, the Acolytes all hung their heads in shame… though a few were admiring the wonderful pink Dahlias and debating erecting a little stone path around it to show its divine significance!

Finally, though it really wasn’t too much of a walk… or hadn’t been if Misha didn’t waddle as slow as Vyklios to avoid his cheeks clapping too much or his stomach getting upset… They had arrived at another large white building under the shade. Luten walked up to it and opened the doors, and inside Misha saw a giant empty room with a dozen toilets along the walls with varying types and materials. Misha’s eyes swirled as he began to hyperventilate, as he was supposed to poop here, where someone could just look at him across the room while doing their own business!?

“B-But… Normal!” Misha cried, not even really using a proper sentence. Luten hastily spoke up.

“Yes, Icon Misha! One second. It is Moving Stone, like the Dining Hall. Simply pick a toilet to your liking, and I will wall it off from all the rest.” Luten spoke as Misha nodded, his heart fluttering as he wiped his eyes dry for the hundredth time that day. Misha’s tail began to wag as he got slightly excited, his own private toilet! How long had it been since he’d had his own bathroom without Quinn barging in and doing- (No!) Misha shook the thoughts out of his head as he looked over at the toilets, one had pink warm fuzz all over it, and one seemed… made out of a plant? Though it didn’t respond to Misha and that made him relax, it was just shaped like a pitcher plant but wasn’t a real one… A few were squatting toilets… One toilet had a hole that was so big Misha thought he might fall in just staring at it… another was… odd… Misha got confused looking at it… it almost looked like a cage, with a large ring in the front and back with two holes, with varying metallic sizes… “Wh-What is this for?” Misha asked as Luten looked over and answered quickly.

“Ah, that is an attending station. For males or futas who wish for their penis to be tended to while using the restroom, if you would like it I can-“

“Nooo! Nooo gross gross groosssss! Mm Mm!” Misha backpedaled as if this strange contraption was a horrific monster. Luten gave a small smile as Misha gave up. He could see mounting bars on one with a constantly moving patch behind and under it… so that was probably for centaurs… Misha was already too anxious to deal with this anymore. All these toilet options were just stressing him out! He looked back over and saw the only toilet he really wanted, a normal sit-down toilet but extra large to fit his large butt. Misha sighed as he pointed at that one. “I want that one, please. And... wh-why are their so many toilet types?” Misha asked as Luten smiled.

 “Of course, one moment. The reason for the variety is to fit the various needs and wants of Apostles as best we can, there are several toilets that are purely for function, for body types ranging from Humans, Centaurs, Lamia, Arachne, Enfluga, and for the various desires of Apostles who have been here before. For the other types, if an Apostle has a request for a unique toilet design to better assist their time of relief, we will try to add it to the types we have.” Luten explained as Misha couldn’t tell if that made him happier, or grossed out at the idea that someone had requested that strange horrific cage device…

“N-Now what?” Misha asked as he stood by his toilet of choice, sheepishly staring at the floor… and his bulge that had finally shrunken down thanks to the horror of that other toilet. Luten did not say a word this time, he simply put a hand on the wall and closed his eyes, and then a white symbol glowed on his hand and several parts of the floor and ceiling as Misha’s eyes widened. The bathroom became a Labyrinth of its own now as it made a wall around Misha’s selection, with plenty of room to stretch around as the Moving Stone flew into place and walled him off, with a wide enough doorway being for him to go through. Leaving Misha alone in his small, instant room, though there was no door… and Luten was still staring at him…

“Do-Do you… have to watch? I… I’d like a door…” Misha spoke, his voice getting quieter and quieter as Luten did his best to hear.

“I will make a door in a second, I merely wished to check if this was to your liking, Icon Misha,” Luten said with practiced ease as Misha looked around at the sparkly white walls. He did wish there was some color to the Moving Stone… but he didn’t even know how it worked so he didn’t want to seem rude by asking. However, another question did pop up in his head as he turned back to Luten. “I like it. Thank you. You are… very kind… A-Also… are you sure the… the ba-bathrooms can… handle me?” Misha said, his cheeks burning as he looked at the floor.

Luten smiled, Icon Misha was so kind and gentle. The Priest placed his hand back on the wall as he spoke up with pride. “Your words honor me, Icon Misha. Our Latrepolis has stood for centuries, constantly upgraded to provide the best care we can within our remote location. We have three Apostle Bathrooms besides the Moonpool, and all three use Moving Stones. Do not worry, no matter the size or power of your ‘blessing’, the toilets, pipes, and plumbing systems were all updated and strengthened just six years ago. While we have never had an Icon grace us, we have housed and cared for thousands of Apostles over the years without issue.” Luten spoke, holding his left hand to his chest as the Elf reminisced. While there were a few incidents before… that was due to having too many Apostles and not enough bathrooms after a celebratory feast. Which happened to be one of the reasons that they no longer served all the food at once now.

“Oh Okay… That’s-that’s good! Thank you… Umm… where is the…” Misha wondered out loud before he quieted down. Luten suspected it was about how to clean his bottom.

“Ah, we offer several types of cleaning materials, from toilet paper, cloth leaflets, wet wipes, cleaning slime-“

“Slime!?” Misha squeaked in horror.

“Yes, a small species of slime called a Cleaning Slime, they often come in pink and green. But do not worry, Icon Misha, I can tell you do not wish for that, nor our Acolyte services. Also, the toilet you chose does not have a Bidet, but we do have them on another similar model.” Luten said as Misha looked back down at the toilet… he knew what a Bidet was from the first Aurcorrom Gigante and he had horrible memories of pressing the button before sitting down and getting sprayed in the chest and face… the experience traumatized him so much he’d ended up soiling himself… and destroying the entire bathroom… leaving a dozen Apostles furious at him as they had to sprint or waddle to another…

 (Uuugh just thinking about the first Aurcorrom Gigante makes me wanna hide! They showed all of us new Apostles an entire army of those Vessel Nuns and by the end of the second day we’d used up all the Vessel Nuns and I blew up a bathroom! Nnggh… So many people were mad or laughing at me… but luckily everyone stopped caring when Nero, Kiana, Silus, and Quinn came… poor Kiana… I should check up on her. One Apostle to another! Being the Icon for a God who had a Corrupted Apostle…) Misha was lost in thought for a second before he remembered where he was… and why he was there. Misha looked at Luten as his face reddened, he'd just stood there silent over a toilet for who knows how long!

“S-Sorry!” Misha said as Luten shook his head.

“It is no bother to me, Icon Misha. Take as long as you need to decide. I live to serve.” Luten spoke masterfully.

“No I was just- I want this one!” Misha spoke quickly. Luten nodded as Misha realized now he had to say what toilet paper he wanted… why was this so difficult!? So many options… so much embarrassment to ask… Misha’s eyes began to swirl…

“I-I can do… N-Normal…” Misha stuttered, his nerves making him hang his head as his bunny ears and tail drooped. Luten may not have spent a lot of time with the Icon, but he could tell Misha was too embarrassed to ask for what he truly preferred.

“Icon Misha, If I may be so bold to suggest something. I believe you would most like our Wet Wipes, do not worry, we have many colors like purple, red, and gold if you would like.” Luten spoke. Misha’s head shot up, looking humiliated and yet so understood for once… He nodded sheepishly as his tail wagged. Quinn would have been all over him if she could see her boyfriend get so excited over having ‘manly’ toilet paper…

“Red please… Thank… Thank you, Luten.” Misha managed to say without stuttering. Luten nodded, and with his right hand still on the wall, a huge cube came out of the floor as Luten bent over and started rummaging through it. Misha tried to see what was happening, but within the bathroom, the giant cube covered all of the Elf as Luten stood back up with an ornate package, purple and black with little gold embroidery and an easy-to-open cover. Luten walked over and gently handed it to Misha as he took it with both hands, silently thanking Luten as he held the ‘manly’ red Wet Wipes for his extremely womanly ass. Luten then walked back to the wall, placed his hand on it, and a black piece of Moving Stone came out with a door knob and vents at the top for air, and no way to be seen. The door slid into place as if it had always been there.

(I didn’t know Moving Stone came in other colors… I should have asked for black walls… Buh… What am I saying, being demanding over a bathroom! Quinn would laugh at me! A real man would have just picked a toilet and sat down already! Nnggh but that’s so embarrassiiiiing!) Misha huffed to himself as he gave one last look to Luten.

“Your chamber is set, Icon Misha. The room is ventilated, and only I will be able to hear you. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call for me. There is no shame in serving an Apostle laden with blessings. But, for your peace of mind, you are essentially alone, treat me as if I do not exist, and please enjoy yourself.” Luten said as he gently closed the door. Misha’s face reddening throughout his speech, but when the thin black door clicked into place, were it not for the doorknob and the obvious color difference… Misha would have thought he was locked inside a perfect cube with a short hallway. It was a good thing he didn’t get claustrophobic…

“Hooo… Hmmff…” Misha sighed, he was finally alone! How long had it been since he’d been alone? All by himself and with a huge fancy toilet! Excitement began to dawn on Misha’s face as his tail wagged happily. “Hmm Hmm~! Heeheee!” Misha couldn’t help but giggle as he opened the regal-looking wet wipes and a manly red greeted him, Misha touched it, it was both soft and firm and had medicinal alcoholic scent just as it should! Misha almost jumped in joy for a second before he gently placed it on the floor and looked around. It was just him… and the toilet… and his Crysadeck as he’d kept it in his dress pocket. Misha pulled out the jade and gold tablet and pressed the On button as it flickered to life, feeding on his mana, it had a limitless battery and soon it showed him the time.

“4:23 PM… okay… okay… I can do this! You’ve got this Misha!” Misha cheered himself on as he selected some of the music he had downloaded and pressed Play. Gentle, whimsical music began to fill the bathroom as if Misha were listening to Fairies and Mermaids singing together, a wonderful Flute took the main stage as Misha’s relaxing playlist put his mind at ease. Now… on to the biggest problem…

His butt.

Misha craned his neck backward as he grabbed his tail, eyeing how big his butt was and if the toilet would actually fit him… he’d chosen a bigger version of a normal toilet after all and it looked like it would fit. Misha smiled, giddy that everything was lining up perfectly now! His behemoth booty quaked with joy as his luscious thighs shook as he did a tiny little dance of excitement without meaning to, his tail wagging as his beachball-sized bunny buns jiggled left and right… if Quinn had seen this she’d have shoved him down on the spot and stuffed her face into his ass crack until she drowned… but he was all alone!

Misha pulled his panties down as the gorgeous lacy white panties made him blush, both because of how girly and pretty they were… and the golden wet spot on them. Misha hiked his dress up and looked at his dick, still soft thankfully… but his swollen balls made him whine. Perfectly smooth orbs larger than honeydews, his creamy, almost ceramic skin was glowing golden as so much spunk sat heavy in his balls… Misha cupped one of his big bloated balls with one hand as he whined a tiny bit. How long had it been since he’d been so backed up… Misha sniffled as he remembered the last time vividly… Quinn had screamed with excitement and laughter when she saw Misha’s bloated balls glowing in the dark, and forced him to wear thigh highs before they-

“Nngh… stop it! Uuuu…” Misha whined as he shook the horrible memories out of his head… though his dick already twitched with excitement at the thought of Quinn and her bullying. “Ngg… Bad! Stay down…” Misha huffed as he took one last look at his oversized balls, wondering just how big they would be if his Compression Spell was off… he gulped and decided he’d rather not think about that at all. Misha looked back to the toilet as he pulled his dress skirt up to avoid sitting on it, and his big butt swallowed the entire toilet seat as Misha shivered.

“Nngggh… Cold!” Misha huffed as his rear end devoured all available space on the toilet and then some as his hips and thighs squished over the edge with several inches to spare. Misha huffed… why were his hips so biiiiig! His butt just kept growing… Maybe he should get his Compression Spell updated to hide that too? But then… what if he forgot about his Compression Spell and one day it broke from how big he was and his butt swelled until it hit the ceiling and caused a cave in and they all died because of how big his butt was!?

“Eeeeee!” Misha shook the terrifying thoughts out of his head as he relaxed and focused on his music and the toilet… his cheeks flushed as Misha leaned forward, hoping he’d finally empty his raging guts after over a week without a bathroom. Misha felt his donut bulge as he shifted his thunder thighs to give his butthole some room… so heavy… so full… so much gas… Misha gulped as he clasped his hands together and prayed.

“My Archon Irahei, Mother, please forgive your servant his selfish wish, please bestow your endless strength and kindness upon this toilet.” Misha finished his prayer… his cheeks red as he knew if Irahei wasn’t busy with any other Goddess duties, she might have heard… and if she did she was probably laughing or cooing at him right now… Maybe she was even excited to see him- Stoooop! Misha shook his head again and again as his ears flapped. Before he lightly smacked his cheeks. Focus! This was his time! His manly time!

Misha leaned forwards as he clenched his gorgeous hands into pretty little fists, and pushed. His donut bulged as his guts shifted… this was it!

And then, nothing happened.

“Huh? C-Come on… please?” Misha tried again. Gritting his teeth this time as his butt trembled, his donut bulging like a volcano ready to erupt and plunge the world into golden darkness… and then nothing… his belly was still as full as ever…

“Ooggh… come oooon! Whyyy?!” Misha huffed as he began to cry, rubbing his tummy gently. The flat, gorgeous midriff just ignored him like he was an outsider… Tears began to run down his cheek as he strained again, trying to poop or maybe force out even a tiny toot! Anything! His music serenaded him as his playlist continued, a Siren’s singing in the background making his bathroom trip feel like he was serenaded by a chorus of heavenly maidens… but he still couldn’t poop!

“Nnggh what’s wroooong!?” Misha cried as he grunted again. Getting grumpy at his stomach as it disobeyed him. He’d felt so desperate that last belly gurgle he thought he might start pooping his panties right there in front of everyone and now nothing!?

How could he be so constipated he couldn’t even force out one tiny puff of golden gas?! Misha started to panic, getting grumpy and flustered as nothing came out despite attempt after attempt of straining.

“Nngggh! Tummyyy just… relax! Sniffle Come ooon! Hic We haven’t had this in sooo looong!” Misha cried as his belly ignored him like a scorned lover. Now he knew Quinn and Irahei would have been laughing at him! Misha decided to try a different position… His face blazing in shame he stood up over the toilet and squatted, sinking his hands several inches into his ass as he pulled his soft, plush behind as far apart as he could, his full balls dangling lewdly as they shined like swollen lamps but he ignored it. Misha already knew he looked completely ridiculous… as a small puddle of tears formed underneath him, Misha stood over the toilet and pushed again.

“HHHnngg! Come… Oooon! Ghaa!” Misha ‘growled’ with effort… aka he gave an outrageously lewd and soft moan that would have sent men and women alike clutching at their crotches to try and hide the sudden emergency they were facing. And yet, as Misha’s tail stood rod straight, and his dick twitched with effort as his muscles clenched hard enough to hurl a building… the Icon’s stubborn bowels remained motionless as all he got was more exhausted and embarrassed.

“Uuggh… no fair… it’s not fair!” Misha stood up, crying as he stopped grabbing his juicy butt and began rubbing his eyes in shame… all he wanted to do was poop! How could he fail something as simple as-

GGGRGRRGRGGGRRROOOOORRRLLLWWWRRRPPP

“EEE!” Misha squealed almost as loud as Quinn talking. His stomach answered his call! Misha felt tons of movement… Oh Gods he was gonna blow right there! Misha could barely waddle backwards as Luten’s ears perked up outside. The Elf hearing that titanic rumbling once again as Misha’s guts quaked so loud the toilet shook. Misha slammed his butt back onto the toilet as his right eye shut with a whimper, ohh this was iiiit! Misha’s lips trembled as he gripped his knees and lifted his right ass cheek into the air subconsciously, a hurricane of gas was pushing through him and he was helpless to obey! As his stomach rumbled onwards, Misha’s enormous bubble butt aimed half in the toilet and half at the wall as he looked like a goddess with diarrhea, rather than a godly femboy trying to fart. (HNnngg I’m gonna exploooode!) Misha whined internally as the pressure built, his donut throbbing as it opened wide, golden gas surging through his guts and swelling his colon to bursting… any second now he’d blow the whole place down but he couldn’t stop it now!

And then… nothing.

Misha was left there panting, his lips trembling lewdly, shiny tears running down his gorgeous girly face, his enormous ass covered in sweat and half hanging in the air, his golden hair flowing and slightly damp from sweat… Misha looked like a Supreme Class Concubine who’d just had an all-night session with her King or Emperor… all from trying to poop… and yet once again he was left high and dry… or rather, plugged and heavy…

“How… but I… “ Misha panted before crying even more as his balls sat heavily on his thighs, glowing as if teasing him with their fullness too… Why couldn’t he just poooooop!? It was so unfair, so unfair, so unfair, so unfaaaaaiiir! Misha gave an adorable half plead- half scowl as he grabbed his stomach with both hands. “Why Hic are you being so meeeaan??? Sniffle” He cried as his stomach quieted once again. Misha’s knees still felt weak from that last gurgle… he didn’t understand! When his stomach gurgled he felt like he was about to start trumpeting and shitting all over the place that very second, and yet nothing came even when he pushed!

Maybe… maybe there wasn’t much inside him? No… Misha knew that was just wishful- no- delusional thinking. Even with his Compression Spell on, his balls were swollen so big it took two hands to hold just one and could have probably fit a third still! The orbs sloshed with cum as Misha knew if his crotch was in that state… his belly must be ten times worse…

“Nnggh… it’s not fair… if Quinn were here…” (She’d be bullying me and teasing me and telling me how hot I am… and my butt would be trumpeting so loud houses would fall down no matter how much I tried to stop it! Does my butt only listen to her now!? Am I that pathetic!?) Misha cried as his thoughts of Quinn excited him as much as it humiliated him… He was just like her toy! Well... she did care about him a ton… She even said sorry when she knew she’d hurt his feelings… And she had cried and said how she never wanted to hurt him after their horrible fight… Even if the two had worked it out and become even closer, he still felt bad when he thought about it… he never wanted to make her cry again. Even if she loved making him cry all the time…

(Nngh… I wonder what Quinn’s doing right now… Maybe she’s mad at me for taking so long… She’ll probably tease me when I get back! Say something about how it must have been so hard to poop with all that junk inside me or- or something about my butt!) Misha thought, but despite his self-deprecating internal thoughts… his eyes began to swirl, and his cheeks began to turn red as he thought of all the ways Quinn would bully him… and his dick began to grow. Misha thoroughly refused to admit it, but both his Goddess and his Girlfriend knew…

Misha was a masochist.

He cried and cried that he hated being bullied, hated being teased, hated being played with… and yet as he thought about those very things right there on the toilet… his dick got bigger and bigger until it hit him in the chin.

“Egh!? AH!” Misha squeaked in horror as he realized his dick had just slapped him in the face! Misha stared at it as he whimpered… when did he get so hard again!? His dick throbbed like a pillar of meat as golden pre-cum dribbled from his tip, his foreskin had all pulled back to show the engorged and horribly lewd crown of his penis… something Quinn had gushed over again and again and even Irahei had said his dick was so beautiful it was unfair… Misha sniffled in horror at his giant, lewd thing that almost seemed to be teasing him too as it demanded to be touched.

“Nngh… m-maybe… maybe if I…” Misha had a horribly lewd thought, putting two and two together… whenever Quinn made him cum, he always lost control of his huge butt and started farting uncontrollably, and had taken dozens and dozens of dumps after Quinn had lewdly played with him until he’d shot his liquid gold. Misha wondered, almost afraid to put it into actual words, if ‘jacking off’ as Quinn called it, might unclog his stubborn guts.

Misha grabbed his dick gently. “Mmmgg!” He gasped and covered his mouth his left hand as his right started gently stroking himself off, he quivered and mewled as he couldn’t believe he was doing something so lewd… his dick was so big he could kiss his cock without bending over… but even the thought of that disgusted him. Instead, Misha started stroking a tiny bit faster… it was just for relief! Just for relief…

Misha was soundless as he shut his eyes, too ashamed to even look at his massive penis as his divine breeding rod throbbed, feeling as hard as Adamantium yet malleable, and warm in his hand as Misha whimpered. “Ohh~!” Another quick whimper was muffled by his hand as Misha shut his lips entirely and tried to get into it, thinking of Quinn a bit as he started leaning back onto the toilet, even lifting his hips into the air a bit as he arched his back and stroked faster and more confidently.

Images of Quinn’s lips, her breasts, her butt… teasing him… playing with him… bullying him… her silver eyes looking up at him as she wrapped her lips around his- “Ahhn!” Misha cried out, humping the air for a moment before he panted… how long had he been masturbating!? He realized the song on his playlist had changed… Gods! “Nnggh stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Nnggh I can’t believe I was so gross! She’d be pissed at me for doing something so-so-so gross!” Misha scolded himself as he panted and stared at his throbbing dick, several minutes of jerking off and he felt no closer to orgasm, only ashamed and humiliated that he was picturing his girlfriend in such lewd ways!

In Misha’s innocence, he seemed to have completely let it slip from his mind that Quinn was a horrific pervert and he’d stumbled on her masturbating about him several times… and they’d had sex or a blowjob or something else lewd almost once or twice a day for the last few months when they weren’t on a mission! But Misha was too ashamed to continue anymore, burying his lecherous thoughts as he bent over, wincing from the fullness in his stomach still as he grabbed the ‘manly’ wet wipes and cleaned the golden precum dripping from his cock, his balls ached from gold-balling himself as he huffed and wiped tears from his eyes with his arm. Misha’s balls didn’t seem like they’d grown any bigger… but they did feel even fuller than before and with his Compression Spell on… he had no idea if they’d just grown a few inches or feet from working himself up like that.

“Uuggh! I’m such a gross boyfriend! I can’t believe I did thaaaat!” Misha huffed as he grabbed a ball of Wet Wipes… his butt was too big to wipe easily unless he did this… he wrapped his hand in the Wet Wipes before shoving his hand into his squishy valley of ass, digging down until he felt his plush, pillowy donut, and softly he wiped himself… even though he hadn’t even let out one toot, but habits were habits and Misha hated even feeling dirty. As Quinn had learned when she’d poured mud on his tail as a prank and it dribbled into his giant butt crack and Misha had cried so violently a small garden had grown between the two…

After making sure his butt was entirely clean and his dick as well, Misha put his panties back on and sighed… his stomach was still so full he felt like a shaken can of soda… but at least his conscience was clean! Until he grabbed his Crysadeck and looked at the time… “4: 42!!! How did I!? L-LUTEEEN!” Misha cried loudly… or loudly for him. His womanly voice reached Luten as the Elf turned the doorknob and was instantly inside.

“Yes, Icon Misha?” Luten asked with urgency. What was wrong? Luten saw Misha crying and holding his Crysadeck up, the technology was not seen by the Servants, but Luten had seen many Apostles use it before.

“The-The Time! Ohh, Quinn! She- She’s going to be mad at me! Can you pl-please take me back to the Di-Dining Hall.” Misha cried as he stood up straight, putting the Crysadeck back into his dress pocket as he pranced in place. His tail fluttering with anxiety as he could already see Quinn growling at him for taking so long, would she yell at him, bully him, give him the silent treatment!? Or wait… what if she’d just lost herself in the Feast without him to stop her!? What if she was a giant… stuffed…- Misha shook his head violently as his ears flopped to and fro, shaking out the lewd thoughts as Luten calmed down.

“Right this way, Icon Misha. I will bring you back immediately.” Luten stated though Luten was a bit worried he hadn’t heard any noises besides the music for the last twenty minutes, no enormous farts or the crackle of logs or the hiss of an emptied bladder or the splurt of a relieved penis. Had the Icon not had ANY relief at all in the last twenty minutes?? Luten shuddered at the thought… perhaps he should have summoned the Acolytes… Would it not be better to have an Apostle angry at him, than leave that Apostle bloated with their heavenly burdens? Still, Luten placed his hand on the Wall and Misha saw the Moving Stones unmake his bathroom before his eyes, though he was too busy prancing in place to be awed this time.

Luten walked to the door with Misha in tow as they headed back towards the Dining Hall. Misha hoped his girlfriend wouldn’t be too angry with him when he finally arrived…

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