Barnyard Blast v2 Wip part 6

Sorry this took awhile. Brain stuff made writing hard, life stuff made life suck a little, and Remnant 2 is so fun it is outright addicting. But hope everyone likes the Wip.

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Evan sighed as he’d spent most of the silver coins he’d just earned from selling Dot. But hopefully, this would tide him over… Two very temporary employees would come down tomorrow and help him fix up the Barn, he’d gotten grain, oats, some meat for the chickens’ eggs, now all he needed was some fertilizer for the Greenhide and he’d be-

*UUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOORRRRPPPPP!*

Evan’s and most everyone in the market’s heads whipped around to see the source of the strange bellowing roar they’d just heard. The market was already a bit crowded today with news that a few centaurs had come to visit Dairfall, was this a welcoming trumpet for them or something?
 
 “Evan…”
 
 “Ah right sorry Dan, four copper right? Here.” Evan quickly handed the slightly crotchety stall owner a silver as Dan sighed and gave him his change.

“A silver? Come on Evan you’re eating my change here man!” Dan laughed as he pulled out sixteen copper pieces, Evan’s money sack quite a bit heavier than before with fewer funds.

“Bite me, Dan. You think that’s the Centaur people coming over from Belise?” Evan asked, watching as more and more people streamed from their houses to the market, everyone seeming to follow the same notion. ‘Something interesting is happening, let’s go see!’

“I reckon it is. Here… Want me to deliver it to your farm? Your cart looks a bit full already.” Dan asked as Evan turned around, his one-handed cart was pretty much packed with food for himself, some boxes of nails, and some rope. The rest was being delivered to the Farm as he’d asked each stall owner before.
 
 “You? Deliver something for me? Hah! I didn’t think your legs worked Dan!” Evan grinned as he tossed back a copper coin and Dan signaled with his head. A young man quickly nodded and grabbed two bags of Fertilizer.

“Quiet you little shit. I could still chase you down I’d bet!” Dan grinned before looking at his young employee. “Take those to Mr. Gallaow’s farm, fat smack at the edge of town, just head straight through here, drop ‘em off at the gate, and don’t dawdle! If you're gone too long he’ll call thief on you!”

 “Y-Yes Sir!” The young man sprinted off as Evan laughed.

 “You’re the shit, Dan! He’s older than me. I’d feel bad not offering him food for the night!”

 “Ain’t I twice your age Evan? Where’s my food?”

 “You’re still carrying it on you Hahahaha!” Evan and Dan both laughed heartily.

“Don’t say that or Kelly will stop making me those amazing meatloaves. Now get out of here! You’ll scare away nicer customers.” Dan laughed as Evan waved him off. He knew he should head home with all the stuff he had, now he was just wasting coppers on sending out delivery boys left and right… but he was getting pulled in by the draw of the crowd. The building excitement as half the town seemed to be gathering in the market to see what was going to happen! Evan takes advantage of his size and speed as he pushes past and through people with grins and waves, the crowd quickly forming a wall of people to block off most of the market.

 “I bet all the sellers are happy. If a festival is happening everyone’s gonna be out of pocket real quickly.” Evan smiled, forgetting his previous anger and sadness as he got lost in the excitement too. Evan’s eyes lit up as turning the corner everyone in the front saw it, or rather, her. An absolutely divine beauty who stole everyone’s breath away, she was so gorgeous and… so massive! Evan looked up as he realized the approaching Centauress with her regal outfit was taller than Longlegs, the biggest horse in town! Evan also noticed something that no one else seemed to catch as the gorgeous Centauress from Belise drew closer to everyone. She seemed very… big, by the roundness and drag of her horse stomach. Was she pregnant? The crowd cheered as the massive beauty waved and gave a practiced smile.

“Gods she’s pretty. But where are the other centaurs? I didn’t think it was just one. And why send a pregnant Centauress out to a random town?” Evan wondered out loud, though even he could barely give much thought to it. Too caught up in the beauty of the centauress who’d approached the market. He and half the young men blushed or grinned heartily as they saw her huge bust fighting out of its under armor.

“By Orthus’ Forge how’d they stuff those tits into a Balconette?” The smithing apprentice Jiren said loudly, a few women giving him a look as Evan lightly smacked his arm. He blushed even deeper as he realized he’d said it out loud, but everyone else was either too busy agreeing, or too busy staring to pay attention anymore.

At the end of the large crowd that had just formed, opposite her Charge was Kallani. Panicking as she looked over the edge of the crowd, how many people were here!? She didn’t want to scare them all but she knew Lady Ophelia didn’t have much time! Kallani reared up, scaring half the people around her as she apologized, desperately hugging the sacks and rope, but- there! At the opposite end she just spotted a streak of midnight!

 “No no no! Excuse me! Coming through please move!” Kallani repeated over and over. But now the crowd could finally see a second rarity, unable to see the divine beauty everyone was whispering about, they turned to the other beautiful centauress coming from the other end. The wall of people parting ever so slowly as Kallani panicked and tried to keep her voice polite to avoid a panic, or disciplinary action. (Lady Ophelia I’m coming! Aghhh why won’t they mooove! I’m not a noble or celebrity, I’m an employee who wants to keep her job and life!) “Out of the way please everyone I must pass!”

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Ophelia couldn’t tell what was rising faster. The gas in her guts, her shame as everyone stared at her, or her anger as the wall of commoners in front of her blocked her only path to the Keep where Kayle and Kallani were waiting with her Trotting Bags!
 
 “G-Greetings citizens of Dairfall! I am Ophelia Belise, daughter of Antelus Belise and proud Heriess to the Belise Family Merchanary Company! You may have heard the news, but the Belise Family has taken an interest in your area. Lord Yerren has officially signed a contract with us, and you can expect *Grrgggglleee* to be v-visited by employees of Belise in one month’s time!” Ophelia hastily made her introduction, normally she would love her two most trusted attendants, Rohan and Blake to introduce her and make everyone know just how important she was and her status befitting a princess of a country even without one! But thanks to her Mother’s meddling interventions she was without her two most trusted servants! And now her affliction was violently ramping up in her bowels, with an entire feast to use as fuel! Ophelia’s heart fluttered as she felt something both arousing and highly distressing. Her chest was getting tight. Her desperation wasn’t limited to her bowels now! Milk was slowly being produced by the titanic tits already too small for their armor and dressings!

(Ohh noo my chest. Not you too! Nghh everything’s getting so tight. Why won’t these idiots move!? Worshipping one as beautiful as me is fine, but at least do it properly! Form a line on both sides so I can wave, don’t stare at my chest and especially not my gghh stomachs!) Ophelia stomped the ground lightly with a front hoof as her face reddens once again. Her tail raised on its own as a fart tried to force its way out of her large prestigious white rump… in front of an entire village of people!

 (NO! No no damnit it all where are Kayle and Kallani when I need them!? Ohh Father I knew I should have postponed this so I could have Rohan and Blake instead no matter what Mother said! Unggh Noo I need to fart so badly! Move out of the way peasants!) Ophelia’s vocabulary was rapidly falling apart as her desperation rose. Her wretched guts just wouldn’t stop producing waste and digesting her too-large meal, this time was even worse than her normal times! Her tits had even joined in already and it had barely begun! Her breasts slowly swelled and rose in her shaped cuirass as they filled with milk. The pumpkin-sized tits were beginning to rise from her gorgeous armor like bread in an oven, but the worse was her tail! Her tail climbed even higher as she felt her anus beginning to pucker, her body happily betraying her as it prepared to make the Princess of the Belise Family a laughing stock for generations to come, revealing her status as an Afflicted to every one of this town when they saw her white gas. The large, soft, wonderfully plump donut stuffed under her tail was getting ready to blow as Ophelia bit her lip and clenched her fists. Doing something she hadn’t done in years. She whined.
 
 “MmffffmmmM!” Ophelia even closed her eyes as everyone in the crowd was awed by the beauty’s strange movements. Was this a Centaur greeting? But Evan was starting to piece it together. Especially when he noticed the Centaur’s corset visibly tightening before with an unheard ping, the second button down the ladder lost it’s life, flying off into the distance, striking a poor innocent citizen in the head deeper in the crowd to everyone’s confusion. Where did this sudden attack come from? Did the man just stumble over nothing? But Evan knew, underneath the corset, he could see a white shirt that was stretched over an increasingly bigger stomach!

(Either she’s pregnant and about to go into labor… or that’s something much worse and she’s about to go into ‘labor’! And I don’t know if Centaurs start swelling up when they are pregnant! Oh, Irell’s tits she needs to take a dump!) Evan was now at his own wits end as he realized this “Ophelia Belise” who’d unintentionally put him out a gold coin, was swelling up with who knows how much gas and crap inside her right in front of an entire crowd! (Is she trying to make it to the Keep? There’s no way she would with this crowd. Even if she sprinted right over people and ran them over everyone would follow her and see what was happening. Ah shit, what do you do Evan?! Wait!)

“Ah Miss Belise your servants are waiting for you! Come quickly! Sorry everyone shows over! Your entertainment needs to meet with her servants for business so the town is all set! Come on clear a path!” Evan stood up and began yelling, everyone including Ophelia extremely confused as Evan kept his yelling vague enough to get their attention without giving away the fact that he barely had any idea what was going on himself.

 (Who is this ruffian!? Wait! Is he trying to help me? Ooohh Papa there is actually someone with some intelligence in this town!) Ophelia thought. Still too desperate to think fully, even resorting to her childish nickname for her Father rather than the usual stoic ‘Father’ she said with a refined Nod. Antelus of course loved being called Papa by his enormous baby girl, but times were changing and her Mother had rallied others inside and outside the Family Company to use any flaw they could to keep Ophelia from her position as Heiress. That was just one thing on a list of why she ‘wasn’t worthy’, and something she’d learned to stop doing as a proper princess.

“Here Miss Belise. Take my hand I will guide you!”

 ““Your hand!?””  Ophelia, a dozen guys, and a few women, from the crowd yelled at once. Evan would have blushed and called himself an idiot under normal conditions, but his mind was too focused on the building bomb in front of him. Now that he could see the signs, he could clearly see her second stomach getting wider and lower to the ground slowly, her human stomach inching along just as well as it fought to slay the third button keeping it down.

Luckily though. Ophelia realized her savior hadn’t just become another idiot. And rather, he was just doing his best to quickly get her out of there.

 “Y-yes of course! I grant you ch-charge to lead me to my people!” Ophelia said loudly and as nobly as she could, fighting down another whine as her tail swished left and right. Her tits two inches higher than before as her nipples fought against her soft bra and the hard confines of the armored Balconet. Ophelia could already feel them hardening a little and getting ready to leak on their own! Ophelia took the young man’s hand, surprised by how warm and firm it was, as Evan clenched her hand and yelled out.

 “All right everyone you heard her! I’m her Charge now so get out of the way! Your servants are this way, Miss!” Evan yelled, not knowing what a Charge was, as he pushed people left and right who were either jealous, angry, or confused why he was stealing off with the divine beauty in front of them. A few could swear they heard an angry grumbling as Ophelia walked past, one almost swearing she saw white underbelly peaking out as her Caparison simply wasn’t big enough to cover it all anymore. Evan brought Ophelia to a large stall covered by a tent, so tall she didn’t even have to duck.

 “Evan what are you doing heeeerree-who’s the beauty?! You why there’s a crowd?” The shopkeep said, the older lady wondered why there was a parade of people right in front of her store but not a single one was coming in to buy her merchandise!

“Sorry Mrs. Cory but I needed a hasty exit!” Evan said dragging Ophelia through the store. Her heavy footsteps losing almost all sense of their usual trained gait as she practically stomped behind Evan. Her second stomach and large rear nearly hitting a few of the standing towers of knickknacks and gizmos made by the Shopkeep and a few Tinkertins in town.

“Hey hey watch the ass! You may be a beauty but you break it you pay!” Mrs. Cory yelled as Ophelia’s fluffy ears twitched sharply.

“Forgive me!” She said quickly, much to her own surprise. (I said ‘forgive me’, me? ME!? She should be grateful I am even in her st-) ***GRRRGGGLLLEEEE*** (Hnnngg Ohhhh I need to go so badly! Where is a bathroom!? Papa, Rohan, Blake I need youuuu!) Evan and Mrs. Cory both heard the angry roar from Ophelia’s second stomach, Mrs. Cory’s eyes widening as she now understood why Evan had brought her in.

 “Ah shit, she’s gotta use the loo? Should have said so Evan! The coast is clear. Everyone’s out front. Should be a straight shot out of here.” She said, turning around and pulling the tent up on the opposite side. She could only pull it up so high however, Ophelia would need to practically crawl through!

“Thanks Mrs. Cory! Tell Karl he doesn’t owe me anymore!” Evan said as he ran over, helping Mrs. Cory lift the tend even higher without tearing it. Evan turned around with the tent over his head and saw Ophelia looking quite… odd. Her eyes seemed unfocused for a second as her ears drooped. Her tail rising higher into the- Was she about to fart!?

 “Miss Ophelia!” Evan quickly said, snapping Ophelia back to reality as she clamped down everything she could with the force to shatter a wall. Both her bellies rumbled angrily as Mrs. Cory could actually see this gorgeous noblewoman Evan was helping bloat right in front of her eyes. Her second stomach getting an inch wider and now bumping one of her stands!

“I-*UURRP*HMM!?” Ophelia clapped a hand over her mouth as a loud belch, though absolutely a pathetic whisper compared to her normal ones slipped out completely by itself. Like a pipe beginning to crack under pressure and spray it’s contents from any place available before it burst.

 “White!?”

“Did she just-“

Both Mrs. Cory and Evan saw white mist leave Ophelia’s lips after the belch did. The mist was already fading but a little bit managed to get by Evan. “It’s sweet!? What did you- how- no. Come on Ophelia go through already!” Evan stopped himself from wondering and hurried her on. While usually, Ophelia would, verbally, have his head for addressing her in such a way, Now she couldn’t even talk without belching! Simply nodding her head and ducking under as Evan quickly thanked Mrs. Cory and let the tent down, noticing with a wince a few stretchmarks and a tear in the cloth from him holding it up so hard and roughly. Just in the nick of time, a few of the crowd barged through to see Ophelia anyways. Evan’s yelling be damned they were curious and wanted to see her more! This was the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen in ther lives and Evan was stealing her away!

 “Mrs. Cory where’d they go?” Jiren and a few others barged into the tent to ask. Mrs. Cory however gave the young men quite the glare.

“Wouldn’t you pervs like to know? Trying to follow a lady when she’s alone huh? You buncha stalkers!”

 “Wha- NO Mrs. Cory not like that! We were curious!” With the young men panicking and defending themselves, sufficiently distracted by the ever-on-her-feet Mrs. Cory, Evan led Ophelia farther away from the shop. With no one on this side, though it wouldn’t be long before wanderers would see them over here. And if they left the usual way she’d definitely be spotted by the end of the crowd…

“Over here! You need to go to the Keep right? Sorry, but you won’t make it. We’ll go to my barn instead and you can-“ (I almost just said take the dump brewing in you!? What is wrong with me! Fucking idiot!) Evan grabbed her hand again as Ophelia nodded, belching out a thank you as yet more sweet white mist left her beautiful lips.

“Thank *UURRRP* you I *OOORRRP* nng those idiots just *UURRRP* wouldn’t stop *MMRRFF*.” Ophelia clapped her free hand over her mouth as most likely an even bigger belch tried to escape. With her bellies both rumbling violently, Evan led her away as fast as he could. Stopping at a path that was normally big enough for a few people to fit through together, but with how wide Ophelia was already even before her bloating, it was like a strangled alleyway!

(Ohgg I can’t stop these disgusting belches and they are so tiny they don’t help at all! Nghh my breasts are-hnn leaking into my clothes. Nghh, Papa where are Kayle and Kallani!? I’ll be reporting ALL of this to Papa after! Ohhgg my stomaaach. I need to burp so badly, I need to faaart… nggh I need to poop!) Ophelia whined to herself as she absentmindedly followed Evan. Even with Evan almost jogging, she kept pace without even breaking a sweat, though the constant movement only kept making tiny burps come out. That is until she saw the space between two houses Evan was leading her to.

“What is *URRRP* this!? I’ll get *OORRP* stuck! I thought you were helping me not-ghh!” Ophelia let go of Evan’s hand as the young man tried to be understanding despite her sudden rudeness, wondering what was wrong now as he turned around as saw Ophelia’s mouth swelling in front of him, even her throat bulged with the bubble that had escaped. Ophelia clapped both hands on her mouth but even that wasn’t enough.

*HHHHRRRRRRRRRRRROOORRRR-MMRRRRRRPPPHH-UUURRRRRRRRLLLLPPP!*

White gas blasted between her fingers as the belch that would have been as loud as the roar earlier was minimized quite a bit, but still the loudest burp Evan had ever heard in his life. A few people by Mrs. Cory’s tent hearing the burp and being confused what was happening, Kallani still shoving her way through the crowd with makeshift trotting bags, unaware her Lady was gone. The muffled roar was followed by a flood of white mist from her lips that leaked out. Spreading in the air and covering her head for a bit as it lingered, too much to fade away in just a few seconds like last time. The sweet scent of a very fragrant flower of some kind hung in the air as Evan stood there mouth agape without a thought in his head about how to respond to this. Despite the fact that she must have belched a few gallons of gas right there, her third button could hold on no longer and perished. Shooting off past Evan, followed immediately by every single button under the armor all tearing and popping off. Ophelia’s human stomach didn’t bloat out an inch, it nearly smacked Evan in the head as it bloated out three feet. Stopping thanks to her armor that groaned as her tits were nearly four inches bigger and Evan’s face flushed deeply as he could see the white undershirt was soaked. (Is that… milk? Is she lactating too!?)

“I… I’m ruined. I can’t hold on… Papa…” Ophelia moaned out loud. Ears twitching all the way down as her tail began to raise by itself. Her urges screaming to just let it all out right here no matter how much shame she would suffer. Even if it ruined the entire reputation of the Belise Family, her stomach had never ached so much before! Violently rumbling as her anus throbbed, her nipples kept rubbing and aching as they leaked milk into her bra and balconette.

“No! You’ve got this! Come on we are almost there, and you can let it all out as much as you want! I won’t say a damn thing okay! You can hold me to it as Evan Gallaow! You can be as loud as you want in complete privacy and no one will hear a thing!” Evan said as he grabbed Ophelia’s hand again and pulled. Ophelia nodded. Using all her willpower to clench her anus as she warily entered the alleyway. Evan had thought it would be a tight fit… but Ophelia was already hitting the walls on both sides! Ophelia forced her way through as the Caparison scratched the walls. Evan would have been impressed bv the fact it was so sturdy it didn’t tear at all were he not too focused on getting her out before she became stuck! The detour towards his barn was a straight shot, if they could just make it out of the alleyway then she could unload however much manure was inside her! Evan wasn’t factoring in one thing though, he’d assumed that massive belch was the biggest Ophelia could put out, not realizing that trumpet he’d earlier had been Ophelia from quite a distance away… and if that was just her gas, what about the practical shitstorm inside her guts?

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