(Aerithill) Misha's Eruption v2 pt 2

Little extra. Part 3 will be Misha constipated!

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            “I see… Forgive me. But please, the second you need anything, you need only ask, and it will be provided for you. This is a Latrepolis after all, many new Apostles struggle to get used to one, having never been in them before, but this entire place of worship is designed to be all for your use, pleasure, and relaxation before you head off to fulfill the decrees of the Gods. In fact, Quinn, while we do not have a TV this time, I assure you, if you ever visit us again, we will have a marvelous one that should suit your tastes.” Jirokk explained as Quinn grinned, and Misha shuffled side to side. Still embarrassed from his recent bout of roiling grumpy bowels… Misha was so red-faced still even holding Quinn’s hand… he’d almost tried to push before he clenched his butt! Though he didn’t even know if he could poop now…

            “Sweeeet. So, about that Feast. Are those two losers gonna be there? Or can we have like, our own feast place? You can let a few of those guys in if ya want, they look ready to explode as they follow us.” Quinn grinned as she pointed with her left hand behind her, Father Jirokk looked over her head as the Cyclops saw 20 of the Acolytes were still following, half of them sheepish and half still desperately wanting to kidnap Misha if he gave the signal… Jirokk gave them a one-eyed scowl for a moment as the Acolytes sheepishly or regretfully dispersed.

            “Please forgive them, they are merely eager to serve. When you devote your entire life to faith and serving, sometimes having the opportunity in front of you can be overwhelming. They only mean goodwill. As for the two… losers. I am afraid I don’t know what you mean.” Father Jirokk smiled as he began leading them through the path toward the large building. Quinn looked up, wondering exactly how tall the shell was above them, or how big the creature that it came from was… As the giant white shell loomed overhead and darkened half of the Latrepolis, many lamps were lit and it looked like all of them were actual wood-burning, fuel-eating, hand-lit lamps… Quinn was surprised they went through so much effort but appreciated it. It felt good to be worshipped a bit!

            “Oh, those two other Apostles. Those losers.” Quinn said calmly as Misha paled and Jirokk looked confused before he closed his hands together in a little prayer.

            “Ah. Forgive me, if there is pre-existing tension between your parties, we will provide separate housing. We would never try to make tensions worse between our saviors. We do also have a small Arena, and a group Therapy room if you would prefer either of those. We know that some Apostles use both of those to get over grievances with one another.” Father Jirokk explained calmly. Though he was a bit confused by Misha’s hung head, before Quinn spoke again.

            “Oh nope! No history here I don’t even know their names! But they looked at me funny so I already wanna punch em… but they’d probably kick my ass unless I was really serious. But then if I was serious there’d be two or three dead Apostles for a week or two and you guys would be freaking out! A separate room is fine!” Quinn said proudly as Jirokk actually looked taken aback this time. The towering Cyclops looked down at Misha as if hoping he could provide further explanation and Misha just looked at the floor in shame.

“I see… Yes, that is… acceptable. We will provide separate housing for you two, there is plenty of room after all.” Father Jirokk tried to keep his composure… having never met an Apostle so eager to start a fight for no reason before…

“Sweet. So where are you taking us, man?” Quinn said as Misha whined, she’d already given up on his name entirely!?

            “This is the dining hall. You are hungry are you not? Ah, one second.” Father Jirokk waved his hand, and Quinn watched as a middle-aged human woman and an Elf girl came running over, both wearing priestess robes. “Apostle Quinn and Icon Misha would like private housing for them, I believe house 5D would be best, with a view of the pond and gardens, do prepare it please.”. Father Jirokk finished as they both nodded without a word and headed off together.

“Oooohh… That’s niiiice! It must be awesome being the big boss of the place huh?” Quinn asked as the entered the steps of the Dining Hall. Misha used his free hand to keep his dress down as his big butt bounced with each step up. Checking behind him sheepishly as if someone would try to look up his dress and see his panties…

“Haha. Yes, it does have its charm, Quinn. However, I have many responsibilities too. And, if our actions ever displeased or hurt an Apostle, mine would be the head willingly offered as repentance.” Father Jirokk spoke as Quinn’s eyes widened.

“Wait, what!? That’s fucking dumb!” Quinn said as Father Jirokk and Misha stopped. “You should at least be able to challenge whoever, if you win you’re forgiven and if not, then you deserved it! Just dying cause you screwed up is terrible!” Quinn said, surprising Father Jirokk and Misha. Misha often forgot that Quinn’s old tribe was… far more brutal than his own people.

“Please do not get upset, Quinn. We are tools meant to serve the Apostles, the divine servants of the Gods. If we sully or injure a divine servant, it is only right that a tool should be replaced or destroyed. You do not spare the bent hammer that ruins the nails. You fix it or get a new one. And I would never dare try to challenge an Apostle, while… let me rephrase. For us, who serve you, our honor and pride is how well we can serve, if we hurt or insult you we have already failed, to further insult you would simply stain the name of that Latrepolis forever. Does that make sense?”  Father Jirokk explained as Quinn seemed to understand now.

“I see… it’s kinda like causing a hunt to fail… you already screwed up massively, and then demanding the food from another group’s successful hunt to try to make up for it… you’re just making the whole situation worse and will make your whole pack look bad, if not anger the whole tribe…” Quinn thought out loud.

“I suppose so, Quinn. Thank you for understanding my reasoning. And even if I say that, that is only for a grave offense such as willingly hurting an Apostle. I merely meant to inform you that as the High Priest, if one of my own were to sin against you, I would take their punishment for them. I am sorry for the distress I caused you two. Now…” Father Jirokk was all smiles again as the Cyclops hit the top stairs, the great white doors of the Dining Hall opened by themselves as Quinn gazed in awe. Misha had seen it before, but never on this scale.

Moving Stone!

Before their eyes, as the doors opened, they watched in awe as more stones with glowing magic symbols floated past priests and priestesses carrying food and placing them on the tables. Quinn was about to shout “Duck!” as a huge floating wall was about to hit a priest carrying a large tray of steaming meat, until it swiftly turned sideways and missed the priest entirely, planting itself into the ground before sliding a few more feet and coming to a rest, having made private dining areas instantly as the bustling Dining Hall that was once so empty besides the tables, was now sectioned off like a moving Labyrinth as priests and priestesses continued placing dishes down.

“I am delighted you liked the show. We like to show first-time visitors our expert floor planners. If you have any requests for a style of dining, with sufficient explanation, we can make it immediately.” Father Jirokk spoke as Misha and Quinn’s eyes were both wide with glee.

“Beautiful…” Misha whispered.

“Awesoooome! Holy shit can you do it again!?” Quinn asked as her tail wagged. Father Jirokk laughed.

“We can if you so wish. But those ‘losers’ will be here soon and I thought private dining might be a bit more to your wants.” Father Jirokk spoke as Quinn grinned. Looks like the old One Eye already was catching on with how to talk to her!

“Hahaha. Losers! All right Jir… Jirr… Jirokk! Hah! Show us to our tables. Also, I’m assuming there’s bathrooms close by right?” Quinn smiled, proud at herself for remembering Jirokk’s name. Father Jirokk gave a broad grin as he led the way through the newly crafted Labyrinth of dining, eventually the three entered a new room with a large table stuffed with dozens of steaming dishes, a few desserts, and several glass vials, bottled drinks, and even a few cans of Soda! Two Priests were smiling in the corner of their private dining area, and Jirokk led them to the table.

“Oh shit, Soda! I didn’t think you guys would have this in the middle of a forest!” Quinn said as she grabbed a can and popped the tab, the carbonated beverage fizzing as Misha whined.

“W-Wait Quinn d-don’t! That’s rude!” Misha’s adorable voice was no use however as Quinn raised the can to her beautiful lips and Misha watched in horror as right in front of everyone, Quinn’s throat began to bulge as she gulped over and over. Her tail twisting as the carbonation fizzed in her throat, yet she chugged the entire can before crumpling it instantly. Misha hastily clamped his ears down and covered them with his hands, giving a small “Eeeeee!” of embarrassment.

UUUUUUURRRRRRROOOOOOUUUUUAAAAAARRRRRRPP!

A thick plume of silver that shimmered almost like water droplets blew from Quinn’s lips as she proudly belched for over ten seconds straight. Despite the very rude display, the only one who seemed to pay any mind to it was Misha as Quinn finished and her eyes widened, the smell of fresh rain filled the tiny dining room as Quinn grinned. “Hoooo FUCK! That is sooo good! What the hell?! Is this like fancy- Oh… hehe… Sorry Mishee~” Quinn apologized as she rubbed the back of her head, realizing Misha was already tearing up a bit and had clearly heard her big burp and was a bit… ‘excited’ from his girlfriend’s lewd tease. Despite covering his ears, hearing the deep throaty belch from Quinn reminded him immediately of all the times she’d bullied him by burping in his face or on his dick and Misha’s cock sprang up in his panties, tenting his dress instantly as Misha opened his eyes wide and started squealing, grabbing his dick and crying as he tried to push it down as Quinn laughed.

“Hahahahah~! Mishee~! Come here. And WOW you guys really don’t give a shit huh?” Quinn asked as she pulled Misha in, making him plant his huge butt on the chair as he sniffled, his dick clearly rising over the table as Misha tried to hide it and Quinn debated sitting on it right then and there~. Quinn looked over at Father Jirokk and the others and realized they didn’t look disgusted at all, Jirokk looked completely unfazed and the priests looked… proud?

“I told you before, Quinn. We are servants of a Latrepolis. We are trained for many years to deal with the needs of any Apostle, and we are more than experienced with ‘blessings’ of all kinds. There is no judgment from us, our only care is your happiness and relief.” Father Jirokk explained as he nodded to the Priests. “Now, unfortunately, I must cut my part of the tour for now, I have many matters I must attend to. However, if you ever need me, you need only tell anyone, and they will get me immediately. Now, these two are Tray,” A young human man with freckles and glasses bowed, “and Luten,” the second Priest, another Elf, bowed. “They will take care of any of your needs while I am away, simply tell them you want something and they will get it, or fetch an Acolyte who can. They will also escort you to a private bathroom if you wish, or anywhere else. Our entire city is for you, the only place that is off limits, is the private room of another Apostle. Have a wonderful Feast, Quinn, and Icon Misha!” Father Jirokk exclaimed before he walked out and disappeared in the Labyrinth of the Dining Hall.

“So you two are our servants now? Siiiick!” Quinn said, not paying much attention to Misha who was still whimpering and looking up at his girlfriend helplessly as he tried to contain his boner.

“Yes, Apostle Quinn. We are yours to use as you see fit.” Luten spoke, his voice a bit sharp, almost scolding were it not for his obedient bow. Quinn huffed, somewhat wanting to test him, but deciding she’d rather just tease her boyfriend and eat all the wonderful-smelling food on the table.

“Mishee~ See, they won’t do or say anything. We could do it right here and they wouldn’t even care!” Quinn grinned as she placed a hand on Misha’s shoulder. Misha’s dick throbbed in agreement as Misha squealed.

“Nnnnnooo Quinnnn! I- We- We cannn’t! Don’t look at meeeeee!” Misha was balling now, and just as commanded, the two priests turned around to face the Moving Stone wall. Quinn’s cheeks puffed up as she almost burst out laughing. They really did it! After a second, Quinn kissed Misha on the cheek as she scooted by, ripping a chair out and slamming herself down as Misha whimpered. His dick begged to be touched as his balls swirled with several days of pent-up golden spunk.

“Hey you two, come serve us. What have you got for me? I want some of that meat!” Quinn grinned, not meaning Misha’s meat for once. There was a large steak with a lightly charred skin and lusciously dripping insides, Quinn couldn’t really tell if it was rare or medium rare, all she knew was the steak was almost a foot long and two inches thick and she wanted it now!

“Of course. That dish is grilled Jungle Creeper Steak.” Luten spoke as he immediately turned around and began setting the table for the two to eat, not even glancing at Quinn’s big bouncing breasts or Misha’s huge dick still very much so tenting his dress over the table. Misha wrestled with his dick as his belly gurgled softly… he couldn’t believe his stomach was hungry now! But the food did smell really good… But… Misha began to twist on his seat, his rock-hard dick not wanting to go down as his tummy gave him mixed signals. Feeling full beyond belief, and yet grumbling softly as it demanded he eat even more…

            “Jungle Creeper? Aww, man… I wanted Cow Steak…” Quinn grumbled as both priests looked up.

“Forgive us, we will correct this right-“ Tray began.

“Oh relax! It’s whatever. It smells good as hell still and I never even saw a Cow on our way here. Soda was already great so all is forgiven!” Quinn teased as the priests both nodded. Luten set the Jungle Creeper steak down in front of Quinn as she grabbed it with both hands, everyone’s eyes going wide as Quinn’s beautiful fingers were immediately covered in juice and seasoning as she took a bite out of the steak, moaning in delight as the myoglobin leaked from the edges of her mouth. Quinn moaned with her mouth full as her tail immediately began wagging.

“MMffff! Ssshhoo gud! MMffg! Sh’really MF! Juicy! OOhh man whoever the cooks are, tell them this shit is amazing!” Quinn spoke before opening wide and starting to scarf down the Steak with her barehands. Misha was as horrified as he was aroused as his girlfriend ate like an animal in front of the priests, spilling the juice all over herself as if she was gorging on a bleeding animal. Quinn even held the steak in the air for a second to let the juice flow into her mouth as she took bites out of it! Misha was even more horrified as Quinn’s hoodie was getting coated with food already as her breasts caught all the falling juice her mouth missed!

“Q-Quiiiin! You’re spilling! Spilling! Ma-Mannerssss! Quiiiiin pleeasssse!” Misha whimpered as his girlfriend feasted like an actual wolf. Despite how savage she was being… Misha was enthralled as his dick certainly loved what he was seeing. Misha whimpered as he realized a very tiny wet spot was forming on his dress from his golden pre-cum. Misha stood up, his dick standing like a spear as he couldn’t take the pressure in his belly, or dick anymore.

“B-Bathroom!” Misha whined as Quinn stopped, looking at her boyfriend with a pound of steak in her mouth and hanging above her head. Her ears flopping as Misha’s dick throbbed over and over. Quinn grinned wolfishly, before swallowing. Both Priests looked a tiny bit panicked, ready to assist the Apostles in any way they could.

            “Oohh~? Mishee are you ready to blow? Let me wipe off and-“

            “N-No! I can- I can do it alone! K-Keep eating!” Misha cried as Quinn raised an eyebrow, her grin not faltering at all.

(Aww~ He’s so embarrassed! Fuck if this steak wasn’t so good I’d pull his panties off and start sucking him off right here! Mmff… but I can’t stop eatiiing! Mmmfff if their food is this good I don’t wanna leave!) Quinn thought as she chowed down some more. “Mmggh~ you guysh, oneshuve ya, bashrum mmmf~!” Quinn managed to speak through the Steak as Luten nodded.

“Of course, Icon Misha. If you will follow me.” He spoke before stepping towards the door to the Dining Hall Labyrinth Jirokk had exited before.

“K-Kay…” Misha sniffled, his cheeks blazing as his tail wagged despite his horrific embarrassment. His dress was riding into his big booty like a thong as he could almost feel Quinn’s eyes boring into his ass from behind. Misha whimpered as he followed Luten and the two entered the doorway and turned a corner, disappearing from Quinn’s sight as she sighed.

“Mmff! URRRP!” Quinn burped without a care as Tray stood there silent and obediently. Though… in all the years he’d served as a Priest since his childhood, he’d never seen a Female Apostle quite as… crass as Quinn as she wagged her tail and threw the already stripped steak back onto her plate. Grabbing another Soda can with stained fingers and popping the tab open as she chugged it down again and let out another large silvery belch.

“Oogghh yeah… fuck… The more I eat the more I wanna eat! Shiiiit this stuff is too good… Uhh, T, can you go grab some more food? I’m probably gonna eat all of this!” Quinn asked, trying to be somewhat polite as Tray nodded before heading out to get more.

            “Now… with my little bunny off to go unclog his butt… I’m about to clog mine! Hahahaha~! Oh, Mishee’s gonna blow in his panties when he comes back and sees me blown up like a stuffed boar!” Quinn grinned ear to ear as she grabbed a bowl of soup, not even bothering to grab a spoon, she blew on it once, sipped it to see how hot it was, and her eyes widened as her tail wagged so hard if it hit someone’s leg it would have broken someone’s leg unless they were as strong as an Apostle. “Hooooly shiiit! This stuff is… I love it!” Quinn couldn’t even begin to describe the thick, cheesy broth, rich with chunks of some white meat and almost invisible vegetables and potatoes blended together. Quinn tipped the bowl and began chugging as her throat swelled with the delicious soup. Then she grabbed what looked like chicken wings and began tearing into them too, while they didn’t taste like chicken, they did taste quite good! Quinn gave up most semblances of decency as she began grabbing dishes with her hands and scooping food in her mouth.

She did basically everything but strip her clothes off and get on the table!

Dish after delicious dish disappeared into Quinn’s stomach as it began to swell, her belly bloating up inch by inch as pounds of wonderful food entered her gullet as if she were a starving animal and not a well-fed Apostle. Her hoodie started getting a bit tight as her creamy tummy began to dome out, stretching the normal clothing even more than her large breasts did as Quinn slowly looked like she’d swallowed a watermelon whole…

            GULP

GULP

GULP

Quinn barely took the time to breathe or chew her hoodie strained before finally, her straining hoodie lost its first battle as it suddenly shot up several inches. Her stomach freed from the hoodie as it was now basically only a bra and back cover as Quinn’s pale belly greedily grew inch by inch as it gurgled hungrily. At this point, Quinn wasn’t even really tasting the delicious dishes, just shoving them into her mouth and chewing like an attractive trash disposal machine!

Tray walked in carrying… trays… and almost dropped them when he saw Quinn savagely scarfing down food as her stomach ballooned. Her previously dirty blue hoodie was now a mess of colors and sauces, as well as her bra as her big tits were covered in a concoction of spilled food! And then there was the growing dome already two feet in size as the Demihuman Wolf ballooned. Quinn stopped for a second with a bone out of her mouth, having basically devoured everything but the fruit, salad, and desserts. Anything with meat in it was gone… sitting in her burbling cauldron of a belly as Quinn crunched on the bone and swallowed it whole. Quinn wiped her lips on her arm sleeve as she adjusted, her face a bit hard to see as her tits were forced up from her stomach. Tray had never seen such a messy eater before either… Though this was far from the largest stomach he’d seen after dinner, it was by far the messiest… he almost wanted to summon an Acolyte right now to start wiping down Quinn and give her fresh clothes on the spot!

Tray set down the trays of food he was carrying, while it was called a Feast, the Feasts at the Terrathina Latrepolis usually started quite small to ensure bloating, indigestion, or overloads were kept to a minimum. Preventative care, as Father Jirokk had called it. They would give food over and over when asked, but would not start out with an entire buffet, as they knew that many Apostles appetites could spiral once the food went to their lips, much like Quinn’s was doing right now.

Quinn’s belly gurgled for more as she patted the stretched orb, her belly button a deep little cavern as her stomach still had plenty of room to stretch. While she was only a Lesser Apostle, her stomach had managed to get nearly eight feet large before she threw up before, and if it was swallowing Misha’s loads~ Well her current max size before exploding was fifteen feet!

However, one little thought managed to get through the gluttonous wolf’s brain. Misha… Misha! Her boyfriend hadn’t cum in eight days… Quinn looked down at her sauce-coated tits, and her belly that just barely puffed out farther than them. If she was already this big, she wouldn’t be able to swallow as much of Misha’s delicious loads if her boyfriend needed her! Quinn’s tail swished as she felt her stomach already get to work digesting, she’d stop right here and have more than enough room for her boyfriend later!

That was… until Tray put a plate of fresh Jungle Creeper Steak down in front of Quinn… the still sizzling meat made her drool as she whined like a doggie trying to do the right thing… it smelled so good as it steamed right there in front of her! As if the Steak was crying out, singing a siren song… begging Quinn to devour it so it wouldn’t be lonely out there on the table, but nice and warm with it’s other Steak brother in her gurgling belly…

Quinn whined in distress as her gut won over, and she grabbed the Steak with both hands and began scarfing it down, giving a happy whine as her tail wagged again. Tray barely dodged out of the way as he almost got clipped by her tail. He knew from prior horror stories what could happen when an excited Apostle’s tail hit a mortal.

Quinn’s stomach purred like a kitten as she fed it more and more of the delicious steaks. Growing just a tiny bit more with every juicy bite that filled her tummy up. Soon, the Steak was gone as her belly hit the table, yet Quinn’s appetite was howling for round 2 as she actually grabbed a fork this time, and took a chunk of Spaghetti half as large as her head.

Tray smiled at a job well done.

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