Patreon Prompt 505

Prompt: Monster Musume Miia's latest experimental soup turns out to be appealing to Centorea, to the point that the mere aroma hypnotizes her into stuffing herself with it to the brim. While Centorea remains in a dopey trance, Miia has to massage her uncontrollably gassy belly.

   Miia’s lamia tongue was known for being quite lacking when determining what was considered edible to other species. However, even she could tell that something was off about the bubbling, green brew in the pot before her. Bemoaning her failed attempt to make stew, she intended to toss it out at the first chance. She didn’t get the chance as her fellow roommate, Centorea used her lower, horse body to push her aside and help herself to the soup.

   As the centaur drank to her heart’s content, Miia watched as Centorea’s formerly trim mid-section began to bulge out. The pot’s large size was reflected in the sizable gut Centorea developed with each gulp. Her white blouse was popped apart by the developing sphere to leave her belly button on fully display. Not stopping until she had finished off every last drop, the horse girl let the pot fall from her hands and bounce off of her bloated belly before collapsing to the ground herself.

   The impact seemed to knock Centorea out of her trance-like state. Letting out pained whimpers, she began to rub at her belly to deal with her indigestion. Feeling more than a little guilty, Miia volunteered to take over in order to ease her roommate’s burden. While Centorea was appreciative of the assistance, she had a hard time expressing it thanks to the large belch the erupted from her mouth.

   As the lamia continued to massage Centorea’s stuffed gut, more gas began to seep out of the centaur’s body. Though attempts were made to avoid the burps, there was little Miia could do to avoid getting caught up in the noxious fumes that surrounded her each time a BRRRRRAAAAAPPPP erupted from Centorea’s backside to shake her tail. While Miia was tormented by the rancid gas, the look on the centaur’s face was one of simplistic bliss.

   In the coming days, Miia and the others would come to discover that she had accidentally created a type of soup that was addictive to centaurs. Centorea wouldn’t stop begging until she was given the bubbly brew to keep her belly bloated and her gas blowing out of both ends all throughout the day. Though Miia was unaware of this coming crisis, she could certainly feel that this was just the beginning of her suffering as Centorea enshrouded her in yet another fog of flatulence.