Patreon Prompt 631

Prompt: With big, rumbling potbellies and colorful swirls in their eyes, Marin and Sajuna stagger into Gojo's house. The hypnotized girls only giggle and say they just made a stop at a food stall on the way, before unleashing the gas that they've been holding back to their limits.

            Right on cue, Gojo heard the ring of the doorbell. Putting the rest of the food on the table, he made his way to the entrance to let Marin and Sajuna in. After a long day of traversing a convention, he was more than happy to welcome the girls back with a good feast. That was as long they followed his advice not to pig out on junk food while they were out. Preparing to either escort them to dinner or scold their bad choices, he opened up the door.

            Gojo only had a moment to see the swirly, green patterns in Marin and Sajuna’s eyes before his gaze drifted towards the bulged out guts currently peeking out from rips in their shirts. As the pair of women staggered forward, he saw a strange desire on their faces. Through a series of giggles, the pink haired Sajuna managed to speak in a slurred tone about a new kind of food stall they had passed by. Before Gojo could even ask what kind of meal could make them like this, the blonde haired Marin leapt towards him to bring him slamming to the ground with her swollen belly.

            As Sajuna joined in to properly pin Gojo to the ground, his ears picked up an unsettling groaning noise. Unable to escape in time, he was forced to take on the brunt of a pair of rumbling BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPs from the girls’ backsides. Enduring through the fart cloud, there was little of his stamina remaining to prevent them from leaving sloppy kisses on his cheeks in-between belching right in his face. Forced to deal with the messy woman’s bloated forms and gas, he would remain there until the early morning when the girls’ compromised states wore off and they began to profusely apologize for their poor choice in convention cuisine.