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A young woman was currently asleep in her bedchambers, wincing a little bit as she seemed to be having a rather intense dream or a possible nightmare, but she seemed not to be tossing and turning, her long orange hair tied into tails that ran just in front of her shoulders. She looked reasonably petite as well, just barely five feet tall and with a plain body, nothing to write home about, but some found her cute. As she sleeps, a young man dressed in white robes is outside her bedchambers, kneeling in front of the door and praying. "May the Goddess grant her servant true sight." The Goddess quickly heard his prayer, and the young man's spirit soon appeared in the heavens. His destination, a large ornate marble temple, loomed overhead as he was reasonably close. Gathering his thoughts, he walked into the temple proper to find out what was happening. The temple was impressive, with white marble with gold accents on the columns and murals showing the art of the goddess' many miracles and wondrous deeds lining the walls. Though, he could hear the growling of what sounded like an enormous beast further inside, causing him to pick up the pace as he headed for the main chamber, a hint of a foul odor tickling his nose a bit as he got to the end of the entry hallway.  He opened the door to the main chamber. He hurried in, seeing the girl who was sleeping in the room earlier kneeling before someone, and as he got closer to the girl, the smell grew worse as he looked up at who the young woman was kneeling in front of, and he knelt right away with her, a severe blush crossing his face. There, in the middle of the main chamber, sat a woman, who did not appear to be that much older than the young woman kneeling before her, but the white robes with gold accents she wore, along with a divine aura about her, indicated that she was most likely the goddess that he was praying to earlier.  She had brown hair, golden eyes, and a tall, lithe, graceful body with a bit of emphasis on her chest, but most who beheld her presence would call her beautiful. She was also quite tall, more than double his height; he could probably guess at least twelve feet tall, if not bigger. She was sitting on what appeared to be an outhouse bench, judging by her lower robes bunched at her feet and the visible dark brown, almost black haze rising from beneath where she was sitting. A group of angels was tending to her, some trying to fan the air around her to help cut the stench, another couple helping to rub her very much distended belly. The goddess was quite pink in the cheeks as her stomach gave up an ominous growl. One of the angels, currently taking a break from tending to the goddess, spots the young man that entered the main audience chamber and nods. "Sister Cecilia is alright; she was just communicating with the goddess, informing her of the goings on in the world. You can return to the world of the living now; she will be back soon." The young man, not one to disobey an angel of his goddess, complied and soon disappeared in a flash of light, waking in his body a few moments later. He got up and hurried back to his bunk lest he get into trouble. Meanwhile, the goddess' blush multiplied further as her bowels roared before an awful squelching noise erupted from behind, a wet spluttery fart as more loose mess emptied itself into the abyss beneath her. The angel attendants nearby could not help but go a little green as even they could not help but react to their holy mother's stench. "Excuse me, my dear child…" The goddess called out, clearly ashamed of her rather explosive bowel blowout. "No, no… I-it's alright, my goddess. I understand the burden you have taken on for the sake of the world; for me to insult you as you do your holy work would be downright treasonous of me…" Cecilia replied meekly, though she looked visibly ill, her face green as she could feel her stomach turn. An angel quickly flew to Cecilia's side, casting a healing spell on her. Cecilia felt a little better, not quite as sick as before, though she knew she could not stay here too much longer, especially if her goddess' bowels continued to wreak havoc on the throne. "Thank you, my child…  I have heard the people's prayers, and I shall do all I can to aid them, though, after the recent plague that swept through the elvish forest, I am doing all I can to keep as much suffering at bay as possible…" The goddess says with a trace of sadness in her voice. She felt terrible that she could not take on the additional burden for the humans. Still, judging by the size and straining of her enormous belly, she knew she could not take on any further sickness without bursting. "It is alright; we will see this through. Thank you, my goddess." Cecilia stood up and bowed before disappearing in the same flash of light that the previous young man did, and her wince slowly faded on her body as she came out of the dream. The goddess' stomach roared, and with nobody present but her angel retainers, she gave an almighty grunt as she pushed on her bowels to get some relief. The temple shook violently with the force of the goddess' fart, the pressurized gas traveling through the enchanted pipes under her throne. She had to sit up, her bum having to completely cover the hole to prevent as much of the haze of unholy stink as possible from leaking into the temple proper. What did come up was nothing short of revolting, the pure essence of sickness and suffering, the angel attendants nearest her recoiling almost violently at the awful smell, even their divine bodies unable to handle it as they quickly flew away to get some relief. Blushing like mad, the goddess hid her face in her hands, mightily embarrassed as more slop burst out of her with further eruptions of wet gas. "I hope my children will aid me soon… oooh, this is vile…" the goddess moaned faintly; despite the relief feeling good, there was simply too much in her for her to be able to move correctly. She could only hope that the people could treat themselves the best they could or she could get some respite from this. The following day back in the world of the living, Sister Cecilia woke up to the sound of knocking at her bedroom door. A little confused, she got out of bed and opened the door, unsure who in the church would knock at her door this early morning. Standing there was an older priest who looked quite concerned as Cecilia opened it. She nodded, straightening herself up as best she could. "Father Seldrin?" Cecilia said as she looked at him, still in her nightgown. "Sister Cecilia, you spoke with the goddess last night. How is she faring?" Father Seldrin asked her in a worried tone. "She is unwell, Father. A plague swept through the elven forest, and she can barely hold on." Cecilia replied, somewhat discouraged. "That would make sense; it is time for the ritual." Father Seldrin nodded as he looked at Cecilia. "Prepare yourself, as you and a few others will likely be the vessels for it. We will prepare the ritual site and should be ready within two hours." Father Seldrin walked out of her bedchambers, leaving Cecilia to prepare. Cecilia, for her part, was very well versed in the ritual, having seen it performed many times during her years at the grand cathedral. She was an attendant to many of the vessels during the ceremonies and was responsible for taking the purged sickness to be purified. But, ever since she could travel to the divine plane to see the goddess, especially when performing her divinity's most sacred and sacrificial act, she felt she would soon be called to serve that way.  As she got dressed, Cecilia put a hand on her empty stomach, rubbing it absentmindedly. Her mind wavered a little, thinking of the following discomfort and wondering if she should simply refuse to be a vessel. Sure, being the attendant was not glamorous work, as seeing the angels at work with the goddess herself would attest to that, but she could not help but feel anxious. "No, Cecilia, the people need you, and more importantly, Mother Velandria needs you." Cecilia chided herself for her brief wave of cowardice and apprehension as she finished putting on her robes before leaving her bedroom and heading for the outdoor grounds of the grand cathedral. The grand cathedral was an awe-inspiring sight both inside and out, with many paintings and stained glass windows of the various gods and goddesses of the world and their famous stories. The towering marble spires and fancy architectural details would impress even the most discerning artisans. It was as much a monastery as a place of worship, and in the back was where the monks, priests, and sisters of the various orders of the gods lived. Cecilia headed to the grounds behind the cathedral and looked at the buzzing activity among the other priests and sisters. Five wooden seats with holes had been constructed and set up along the grounds, cast-iron pots underneath them. Nothing Cecilia hadn't seen already, but she was still quite nervous as Father Seldrin's words followed her.  "Sister Cecilia!" Someone called out from the busy scene before her, shaking Cecelia from her brief reverie. Cecilia turned to the source of the voice, a tall, somewhat heavyset woman with blue eyes and straight brown hair carrying over a spare pot. "Sister Hera!" Cecilia hurried over to help Hera with said pot, the young sister's expression brightening as she got to Hera. "Nervous for the ritual, hon?" Hera asked Cecilia as they continued to get spare pots for the other benches, noticing the younger woman's still skittish movement. "Maybe a little bit? It would be my first time being the vessel, though…" Cecilia answered, eyes fluttering a bit as her heartbeat slowed. Hera looked at the nervous young sister with concern, and after they put the pot down, Hera gave Cecilia a gentle hug. "It's okay. I'm going to be with you as one of your attendants. I made sure to ask Father Seldrin yesterday, just in case." Cecilia hugged Hera back, sighing in some relief. At the very least, someone Cecilia trusted would be there for her, and she felt a little more at ease. Everything was in place after another thirty minutes of preparations, and the bells tolled. The grand cathedral was packed full of people, all looking up at a priest dressed in black robes standing at the pulpit, giving a sermon. "As most of you know, the foul and disgusting orcs had poisoned the water supply leading into our city, leading to many of us getting sick, some of us gravely so. We were able to find the source of the poison and cleanse it, but some of the water went further downstream, sickening villages all across the land. Our friends in the elven forest have also suffered a vile plague at the hands of the cruel and insidious dark elves. Mother Velandria, in her infinite compassion and mercy, took pity on the elves and took on their plague into her body. Mother, be blessed." The congregation murmured among themselves momentarily, some in concern, others in disbelief. "Today, we pray that Mother Velandria finds relief from her burden, and we implore her to remove the last water sickness from our lands and cure those afflicted. Let us pray." The people began chanting in unison with the priest and the other holy men and women in the back on the grounds, Cecilia and Hera. Meanwhile, in the heavens Velandria was still seated on the bench, a hand on her belly as she noticed the pain slowly dull. "Ohhh… thank the All-father…" Velandria moaned in relief as one of her angel attendants hurriedly approached. "They have begun the ritual, Mother." He said, breathing slightly hard. "I know it will take me a while to get down to them; I am still afraid of…" A loud, bubbly, dangerously wet spray of gas reported out of her motherly behind. The angels closest to her recoiled at the sharp increase in stink, trying not to cough or retch in her presence. "Some of the elven plague is still coming out of me and could cause further harm. I am not sure my children could handle it. Let them know I will be down soon." The angel bowed and flew back down to the world of the living to tell the priest giving the sermon that Mother Velandria had heard their prayers and would be down soon. Inspired, the congregation and the other holy men and women continued their prayer in earnest. Thanks to said prayer, Velandria could stand up off the pot, the angels swiftly sealing it with an airtight lid as the goddess could not help but stretch gingerly; having to sit for so long had her legs fall asleep on her. "Mmmph… I must have been sitting there for a few days now All-father, that feels good…" Velandria gave up a faint moan as she stretched and did a couple of shallow squats. She thought about not coming down yet before chiding herself. "Come now; you will have plenty of time to prance and frolic about later; you have a job to do." Velandria admonished herself as she walked gracefully out of the temple and into a waiting beam of light to descend to the mortal realm.  As the congregation prayed, a soft glow enveloped the cathedral as Velandria made her descent. While most of the regular people praying in the cathedral could not see her, a gentle warmth enveloped everyone as the priest caught a faint glimpse of her outside the window. The waiting holy people got a better sight of her as she approached them, Velandria walking with surprising grace despite her massive bloated belly, and the entire group went silent in awe as they knelt before her. An older woman in her late sixties eventually stood up and faced Velandria. "We thank you, Holy Mother, for gracing us with your presence. May you be forever blessed." "Thank you, dear Abbess…" Velandria replied, a faint touch of annoyance in her voice. It wasn't intentional, but her hold slipped as her stomach growled. "Are the vessels ready?" "They are, Holy Mother." The abbess replied. Upon hearing that, Cecilia stood up, heart thumping in her chest as she approached Velandria. Four other young women approached her, the tension between the five of them palpable. Velandria put a hand on the first girl's head, chanting a prayer as Velandria's belly shrunk, and the girl started filling with waste. After a few moments, Velandria repeated the process until she got to Cecilia.  The young priestess noticed that her goddess was still quite bloated, and the other vessels had seemingly not taken in much of her waste. But, there was no time to question the goddess as Velandria put her hand on Cecilia's head and chanted. Hera noticed that something sounded different about that chant, her eyes widened as she was ready to spring to her feet, but Father Seldrin quickly put a hand on Hera's shoulder, holding her in place. His expression was equally worried, but he knelt by Hera, nodding slightly. Cecilia's eyes widened as she felt her stomach swell violently fast, the strain nearly causing her to collapse in shock as Velandria's stomach went completely flat. The Abbess, knowing what was going on, quickly ran over to Cecilia and held her, Seldrin and Hera following suit. Velandria stepped back, feeling much lighter now that she could dance and jump around. But one look by the Mother Goddess at Cecilia told her to pause. After walking around and blessing the pots, she nodded at the Abbess, Father Seldrin, and Sister Hera. "Come! We must make haste!" The Abbess called out as the three lifted a shocked Cecilia, carrying her over to one of the toilets, the entire assemblage praying for Cecilia now as they knew the significance of this moment. Cecilia could barely register what happened; she was in such pain that all she could do was clench her cheeks shut for dear life. The prayers did help a little bit, and as Cecilia was safely perched on her bench over the blessed pot, other novices holding her robes out of the way so she did not soil them, Sister Hera knelt next to Cecilia, hands on her very much distended belly as Brother Elias started to rub Cecilia's back. Hera cradled Cecilia's massive belly, feeling how taut and heavy it was. "Go ahead, Cece…" Hera said quietly to Cecilia, sensing that the younger sister must be in unimaginable pain right now, the group's combined faith and prayer keeping her upright. Cecilia gave up an almighty groan of relief as she relaxed the grip on her backdoor, an unholy gurgle preceding a demonic blast of concentrated filth into the blessed pot beneath Cecilia's rear, the sound loud enough to alert even the people in the cathedral, such was the force of the initial blast. The priest presiding over the congregation in the cathedral hopped up in surprise and quickly called the remaining parishioners back to prayer, knowing what was happening in the courtyard. "May the Holy Mother protect her and us all." The priest murmured, clearly worried about the heavy growls from the cathedral grounds. The other holy men and women near Cecilia's initial blast recoiled violently at the unholy stench, many breaking into involuntary coughing fits. Hera and Elias quickly went green in the cheeks; by some miracle, they could keep their breakfast down; the Abbess and Father Seldrin were not so lucky. They quickly retreated, retching and throwing up on the grass away from Cecilia, making the sister blush heavily and put her head in her hands as she still felt undeniably full. Another similar blast roared out of Cecilia as another surge of waste splattered noisily into the pot; Cecilia was unable to hold herself back as, with a very unladylike grunt, she pushed on her gut to relieve some of the unbearable pressure, even louder and more crude sounds emerging from her behind as more and more waste surged into the pot, it now about a third full. She had only just started a couple of minutes ago. This continued for a good five minutes, Cecilia filling the pot at an alarming rate until one of the sisters called up to Hera. "Tell her to stop! The pot is full, and we need to change it!" She howled, trying to make herself heard. Hera thankfully got the message and stood up slightly to tell Cecilia. "Hold on for a moment, Cece; we will get you a new pot," Hera told Cecilia gently as two monks, with their breath held, approached to take the pot out. "Ohh goddess, please…" Cecilia moaned as she tried to clench her cheeks shut, the gurgling getting louder as her stomach strained to keep everything in, the further growling causing everyone to panic. Luckily, the monks switched the pots out with barely a moment to spare as Cecilia's hold broke, a hurricane of vile winds erupting from her tush before more waste followed behind. Most had to run away from her after that latest blast, the seat itself shaking due to the force. Cecilia held her head, trying her best not to cry. Seeing everyone around her heaving and gasping for air had the poor sister nearly in tears, such was the suffering she was indirectly inflicting on her fellow monks and sisters.  Monks and sisters had to be rotated in and out to tend to Cecilia as she continued to purge the sickness from within her belly, and pots had to be turned out regularly. This horrible mess continued for what felt like forever. Although her belly eventually shrunk to its average size after over an hour of constant purging, Cecilia was exhausted, the poor girl barely able to stay conscious. After most of the stench cleared, Hera, Elias, and Father Seldrin returned, seeing Cecilia in quite the state. Her robes were soaked with sweat, and reeked of sickness and death, worse than any mucking out of the paladin's stables they remembered doing. "She's been through a lot today, hasn't she?" Hera said as they helped carry Cecilia back to her bedchambers. "Indeed, that plague must have been far worse than we thought. I am glad we managed to catch everything in the pots though. Will make great fertilizer when purified." Father Seldrin said as they got to the door and opened it.  Elias was oddly silent throughout them putting and tucking Cecilia into bed, almost running out of the bedroom towards his own bunk room, very much red-faced after the events of the last few hours. Father Seldrin and Hera looked at each other for a moment before shaking their heads. "I'll have a word with Elias later." Hera said as they headed back outside, the older sister being quite gentle considering.  "For the best." Father Seldrin concurred as they closed the door of Cecilia's bedroom. Within a few minutes of them leaving, back up in the heavens Cecilia was kneeling before a now unburdened and still divinely beautiful goddess Velandria, the latter wearing a warm, motherly smile. There was another divine being present with Velandria, an elven woman with brown hair and green eyes by the looks of her but with large gold butterfly wings sprouting from her back. She was a bit shapely, even by human standards, and her expression was equally open and smiling. "Stand up, my child." Velandria called Cecilia, who slowly got up and looked at the goddess. "You have done the world a great service by accepting the elven plague into your body. Both myself and Goddess Dormeria are in your debt." Velandria smiled and bowed, as did Dormeria. "T-thank you Mother Goddess… it is an honor to serve in any way I can." Cecilia replied, still in awe of both divine goddesses, Dormeria in particular. Dormeria quickly stepped up to the startled young cleric and gave her a big hug, pressing Cecilia into the goddess' soft body. "You have no idea dearie, it was absolutely dreadful, that plague on my people. So much suffering and misery, I did all I could to help, but in the end I had to ask Sister Velandria to help, for I tried to do what you two did, but it was way too much for me to handle." Dormeria said as she let Cecilia go. Cecilia blushed, remembering what Mother Velandria was doing but a few hours ago, and it didn't take long for the cleric to paint a mental picture of the elven goddess in a similar situation. "I am glad I could help, Goddess Dormeria." Cecilia nodded. "Before we let you sleep, we thought it would be a good idea to reward you for the help you gave us." Velandria smiled as she put her hands on Cecilia's shoulders and closed her eyes, focusing for a minute or so. Cecilia felt her body flare up with warmth as some of Velandria's power flowed into her, the young cleric looking herself over briefly as she felt the power within her. One of her eyes had changed to a yellow color, creating  "You, my daughter shall be my herald in the world. I have given you the power to perform smaller divine blessings, as well as a limited ability to draw suffering into you." Velandria proclaimed proudly as Dormeria stepped up as well, presenting Cecilia with a necklace of shimmering vines and flowers. "This will aid your work greatly, allowing you to bless plants as well as making it much easier for you to… pass any suffering you do have to draw into your body." Dormeria put the necklace on Cecilia, smiling as well. Cecilia bowed deeply in their presence. "Thank you Goddesses, I shall work in your divine names." She said reverently as she left the temple to go back to her own body, sleeping very peacefully.  To be continued…

The halls of the magic academy were quiet as students went about their way. One, in particular, a halfling male wizard named Aldrin, was walking towards the headmaster's office, a little concerned. He had recently turned twenty-five, but his body had yet to fill out and grow, giving him a youthful appearance. He was in the traditional garb of his school, a dark blue hooded robe with a red brooch around the neck of the robe, tied with a thin sash. A plain cloth shirt and pants completed the look. After collecting his thoughts, he arrived at the office and knocked on the door. "You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" Aldrin asked as he waited at the door. "Yes, Aldrin, come in." A voice answered, and Aldrin stepped into the office of the headmaster of the magic academy. The office was typical of an elite long-lived mage, with grimoires and tomes lining the walls, and it is very ornate. Aldrin approached the large mahogany desk where the headmaster was sitting, an elf wizard who some believed was well over a thousand years old but barely looked a day older than three hundred. He looked at the much younger halfling and nodded. "I've heard that you must be anxious to go and see the world. You've been here for nearly twenty years. Is that so?" Aldrin nodded slightly, for indeed, it was true. He was a reasonably gifted student of the academy, an Elementalist by specialty, and had already mastered many of the basics. He was no battlemage, but he could handle himself. Being a halfling, he was also a good chef and a solid alchemist. "Yes, Headmaster, I think I am ready to go. I know I must retrieve an artifact of significant power to graduate, but I am unsure where to go." Aldrin said, a bit concerned. "Ah, I see. Well, I can tell you that you can sense magical energies quite well. If you go out and explore the world, I am sure that you can find one. Sometimes, the best place to start is one of the local taverns. They have some useful information beneath all of the rabble and nonsense." The headmaster said as he stood up from his desk "I understand, Headmaster." Aldrin nodded "Then prepare for your journey well, as you know that once you leave, you can only return once you have succeeded. I wish you luck." "Thank you, Headmaster. I shall leave tomorrow afternoon." Aldrin bowed and took his leave, the weight of the headmaster's words heavy on his mind. Many of his fellow students had left early to find their artifacts, never to return. He was unsure whether they had met their end by some foul creature or beast or had fallen under the curse of some forbidden place. He knew that he would need to be well prepared. The next day arrived, and Aldrin had just finished inscribing his spellbook. He had also managed to squeeze in a last-minute survival class just in case he had to forage in the woods. Collecting some supplies and his staff, which held a few spells in case of emergency, he walked towards the academy gates, a little nervous and afraid, but he knew that he needed to do this for himself and his family. Even though this magic academy was located in human lands, this particular headmaster was a highly respected archwizard who used to serve the elven king, so graduating would be worth some prestige. He took a few breaths, then signaled to the guard that he was ready to leave. The gate opened silently, and Aldrin walked through, the gates closing behind him with a defining clanging sound. He was well and truly out in the world now, as he could no longer return to the academy unless he succeeded in finding an artifact of significant power. With one last look back, he walked out onto the pathway and towards the city of Zaliv. Considering how close the magic academy is, it was as good a place as any to start searching for magical artifacts. Zaliv was one of the central cities in the kingdom, and as such, many different services, shops, and other exciting places came to mind. Heeding his headmaster's advice, he headed for the local tavern, the Sunken Pig. He calculated that he could safely sit inside and not draw any unwelcome attention to himself, a good idea if one was trying to listen out for information. He knew he would have to order food and drink to ward off any potential suspicion, so he bought a decent amount of gold to cover any traveling expenses and supplies. Aldrin saw that the tavern was bustling, which was a good sign; the barkeep looked over to him as he sat down at a table, and a serving woman made her way over to take his order. Aldrin ordered light, just bread and greens and some ale. He wanted to make sure he could listen clearly to the various conversations around him. Most of it was banter and nonsense, but one conversation caught his ears in particular, and with a bit of magic, he focused intently on the table where it was coming from. It looked like two people were sitting at that table, a squat dwarf and an elf, but they were taking care not to be spied on. "You've heard of that dragon's labyrinth?" The dwarf grumbled, a little annoyed by what was happening around them. "I did; they said it was way down in the wastes, close to the Spine Ridge mountains. I think it's a load of bosh, though, 'cause nobody can find the entrance." The elf answered. Aldrin was very excited and a little scared. That area of the world was treacherous enough, what with the natural hazards of sudden windstorms, no freshwater, and very hostile local fauna; now, there were rumors of gnolls taking over the area. It would be a long journey down to the Spine Ridge Mountains, at least a month on foot and weeks by horse. Remembering his knowledge from the Academy, he knew that the wastes the halfling mentioned were towards the southern end of the mountain range. The nearest major city was about two weeks away on foot, and there were smaller villages and hamlets along the way to the wastelands. Aldrin got up and prepared to leave after paying for his meal, though his little magic trick was noticed, and a group of ruffians, who had been sitting at a distant table, got up and followed him out of the tavern. "No wonder they can't find it if it's a labyrinth; that means it's a blue dragon, and better yet, it means magical artifacts." Aldrin mused as he headed for the stables to get a carriage to Ilvarith, the coastal city closest to the mountains. It was a good day out, but everything felt on the edge as Aldrin got to the stables, only to find that nobody was there. A little confused, he went to go look for the stablemaster, only for a figure to come up from behind Aldrin and put a rusty blade at his throat. “Squeal, and I stab ya.” The voice growled as the other ruffians came up, relieving Aldrin of all of his belongings, including his staff and grimoire. They went to celebrate their ill-gotten gains when one of them screamed briefly before going abruptly silent. His body flew back toward the stables before landing in a bale of hay, unconscious. “What the…” Their leader called before seeing the figure that had thrown one of them in, and it was an imposing figure. It was female, with red hair going down to a little below her shoulders, but her body caught everyone, including Aldrin, by surprise. She was wearing barely any armor, just enough to cover her pretty sizable breasts and a chain skirt, but her body looked highly defined, the muscles apparent, and lots of scars across her physique. She looked very much like a veteran warrior, and it showed as she quickly disposed of two of the other bandits holding Aldrin’s staff and grimoire before approaching the leader. “You pig, get away from me!” He growled, pulling Aldrin back along with him. The sizeable muscled woman said nothing; in four or five strides, she was right in front of the pair of them. With his crew gone, the leader let Aldrin go, spouting curses at the woman as he fled with the small pouch of gold he had stolen from Aldrin earlier. The warrior woman did not give chase as she looked over to the now quivering, small, halfling young man. “Are you okay?” She asked him, her voice a bit gruff and husky, but her blue eyes showed concern. “Yes… thank you very much…” Aldrin looked somewhat embarrassed as she gave him back his staff and spellbook, and he straightened his clothes out. Now with his life not endangered anymore, he looked at her and blushed heavily. Despite her scars, she was still gorgeous, with most of her body exposed. The warrior woman looked at Aldrin quizzically, causing him to blush further. "Uhm… is there anything I can do to repay you, Miss?" Aldrin asked meekly, not wanting to embarrass either of them further. "You're a mage; I would take it?" The warrior asked Aldrin as they started walking, giving him a once over. The uniform of the magic academy was very recognizable, even to the simplest of folk. "Y-yes... I am." He answered as he walked along behind the warrior slightly. He couldn't help but be very much drawn to her beauty and strength; then again, she saved him from a group of thieves, so there was that. "Good, because I need one. There is a cavern nearby that is sealed by magic; inside is a big ogre that I'm supposed to slay." She answered as they arrived back at the tavern. She went upstairs briefly, returning with a massive greatsword almost as tall as Aldrin. He gulped, knowing she could quickly cleave him in two if she wanted to. She strapped it to her back before turning to Aldrin, as he had frozen a bit. "You coming?" She asked Aldrin, raising an eyebrow. "Y-yes… I'm sorry…." Aldrin blushed, scurrying off after her. He didn't want to talk too much, especially after seeing that sword, and considering that she had just beaten three men who were stronger than him, barehanded no less, he did not want to get on this woman's wrong side. They left the city, and after consulting the map given to her by the client, they started heading for the cave in question. Aldrin could not help but still be quite pink in the cheeks as he walked alongside this powerful woman, barely half her height. Eventually, she broke the silence after a few moments, looking the mage over briefly before speaking up. "I never got your name; what is it?" The warrior asked him. "Aldrin Coralvine, Miss…" He answered shakily. "Nice to meet you, Aldrin; I'm Rosemary." She answered with a little smile. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Rosemary," Aldrin replied, trying to relax as they walked. He knew they were going to be together for a while, although they were making a pretty good time, as they would get to the cave by nightfall. "Have you been adventuring for a while?" Aldrin piped up after their introductions. "A good fifteen years or so; I would like to settle down soon, though," Rosemary answered with a wistful sigh. Aldrin's eyes sparkled a little on hearing that. "Tell me some of your adventuring stories!... please?" Aldrin asked excitedly before catching himself afterward, remembering who he was talking to. His ears could not help but twitch slightly as he shrunk inward, clutching his robes. Rosemary looked down at Aldrin, noticing his expression before she gave him a little chuckle. "I'll tell you a few after we make camp. Sun is going down soon, so we will attack the cave in the morning." Rosemary said as they prepared to make camp in the forest. As Rosemary went off to hunt for some game, Aldrin set about preparing camp for them. He held out his staff, chanting a few incantations as the earth responded to his magic, a few choice branches breaking off of trees and arranging themselves neatly for a fire, which Aldrin lighted almost immediately afterward. Smiling, he cleared some of the underbrush away to give them a little sleeping area, and within an hour or so, Rosemary returned, a freshly killed deer in her arms. The pair prepared some venison over the fire and sat down to eat. "Ahh… Nothing better than freshly caught meat after a long day." Rosemary sighed as she tore into the deer. She noticed that he was barely eating his. "You're not hungry, Aldrin?" "Just not used to it…." He murmured, still pink as he stared at Rosemary going to town on her serving of meat. He tried to keep his mind off her, but that was proving difficult. Something about her was giving him a rather strange feeling, possibly attraction? He could not be completely sure, but he did feel his body physically react to seeing her, causing him to blush further before he finally started eating his venison. Rosemary for her part, decided to pay Aldrin no mind this time, what with a big ogre to slay in the morning she couldn't lose too much sleep. Therefore, after Aldrin set up all of the wards and spells necessary, she bid him goodnight and she got comfortable on a patch of dirt, falling asleep rather quickly. Aldrin laid down a ways away from her, casting a sleep spell on himself as he felt his mind becoming restless over Rosemary. The spell did work, and he eventually completely dozed off, sleeping peacefully through most of the night. Rosemary on the other hand, felt her stomach cramp lightly after a couple of hours. Shifting a little bit to get comfortable again, her hand idly drifted to her stomach, rubbing it in small circles as she tried to settle it down. "Oh hells…" Rosemary thought as her stomach continued to growl, feeling some uncomfortableness moving towards her posterior. Her blue eyes scanned the dim surroundings, illuminated by the firelight and she saw Aldrin's small form huddled up, but he looked like he was asleep. She turned around to face him, specifically so that said rump was not pointed at him, and on a further growl, she pushed on her stomach and relaxed a bit. A loud explosive blast roared out of her, shocking a number of birds nesting in the trees above her and ruffling some leaves behind her, but otherwise no significant damage to the area as it rolled out of her for a good three or so seconds. "Phew… that feels better, the last thing I needed was for this thing to wake the ogre if it was sleeping." She mused to herself as she checked on Aldrin, who by some miracle was still asleep post fart. "I wonder…" Rosemary thought as she felt more gas in her system, deciding to risk it and get the rest out now rather than risk waking the ogre later on. Shorter, though consistently loud blasts popped out of Rosemary, a slight grunt preceding each tuba depth burst of wretched air. Despite the heavy smell of rotten meat mixed with a tinge of feces, Rosemary was completely unaffected, her years as a warrior making her all but nose blind to most foul stenches, especially her own. "Oof… That's not quite all of it, but at least I can sleep comfortably now." Rosemary nodded as she got comfortable before falling asleep, surprisingly quiet for such a large woman, only snoring lightly.

*GWWWORGLE* Miles woke up to the sounds of a very angry belly going off in the night. She looked around a little bit as she sat up in worry, looking around as she saw Damien asleep in bed next to her. Somehow, her husband didn't wake up through all of the stomach growling and her own groans as she tossed and turned in the bed a little bit. "Oh man, that was loud. I hope I didn't wake him up." Miles said as she slowly got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she headed downstairs to the kitchen, Miles' very much pregnant belly poking out a little bit against her nightdress. She could feel her soon-to-be-born son kicking at her womb, seemingly in frustration. "Okay, okay, relax. I'm going to get something to eat…." Miles half muttered to herself as she opened the refrigerator to scrounge around for something to eat. Pregnancy had been a bit of a wild ride for the former basketball star, especially when the food cravings hit. She ate a lot of heavy, fatty foods, particularly hamburgers, bacon, and ice cream. This, of course, has led to some very interesting bathroom visits throughout her pregnancy due to her lactose intolerance, and Damien on more than one occasion had to either call a plumber if he wasn't home, or break out the plunger and drain cleaner when he was. Luckily for the apparently famished mother to be, there was a large platter of lasagna in a microwavable glass container which Damien had brought home from a company party. She initially felt bad about it, as Damien had raved about the lasagna and how good it was, but… *GLOORGORGLE* Her stomach cut in very quickly and reminded her, in no uncertain terms, with a pang that she needed to eat, and eat now. So she sat at the table, grabbed a fork, turned the lights on so she could see, and she started chowing down on the cold lasagna. Even when cold, it was still a mighty good lasagna, the tomato sauce had just the right amount of spices, the meat well seasoned, and the cheese still soft and fluffy. Miles drooled a little bit as she continued to stuff her face and belly full of the Italian delicacy until the entire tray was empty. There was enough there for at least three people, so Miles in her hunger trance not only ate her portion, but Damien's as well. "Mmm… that lasagna was good…" Miles moaned slightly at being such a little piggy, but her stomach finally got quiet, though now she could feel sleep coming on quickly. Dragging herself upstairs back to the bedroom, she got back into bed and conked out almost immediately, the glorps and gurgles of her taut tummy growling as it digested her meal. Although, her little moment of gluttony would not come without consequence. Morning came, and Damien was up early, scrambling a little bit to get dressed and ready for work. Luckily, Miles was up as well as Damien was hurrying downstairs "Morning Angel, I have a meeting pretty soon, so I'm leaving a little early for work. I'll catch you two when I get home tonight." Damien pecked Miles on the cheek and her belly, causing her to giggle a little bit as she tried to follow him downstairs so she could see him off to work. But, suddenly. *BBBBFFFFRRRRRPLPRTTTR* Miles' plush rear erupted with a loud bassy blast as she stood at the top of the stairs, Damien had just walked past her before she blew. Her cheeks shook from the force of the fart, before the reeking smell of rotten vegetables, spoiled dairy and burnt meat started choking the air out of the upstairs landing. Damien froze briefly at the sound that erupted from his wife's tush before tasting the smell of the lasagna in the air, and his face fell a little bit as he could tell that she ate it, most likely last night. He did try to smile a little bit as he was rather disappointed, but his expression gave it away as he walked out of the house. "Alright, I'll see you later." Miles replied, feeling a little dejected as Damien left. She knew that her body needed the extra food, as she was eating for two, but seeing her husband look so upset kinda stung her a little bit. She headed back to her bed to lie down a little more before her belly angrily boiled again, and a sharp angry cramp struck her lower gut. "Oww!" Miles yelped as she leaned on the wall, breathing a little heavy as she navigated the cramp, before a bubbling sensation occured in her intestines again. Although she was alone in the house, she felt a little insecure, and slowly made her way to the master bathroom, belly groaning all the way. "Oh God! I think that lasagna is fighting back!" Miles yelped as she shuffled over to the toilet, pulled up her night dress and sat heavily on the can with a heavy thud, cradling her belly in both arms as she relaxed and let nature take its course. What sounded like an old time artillery barrage exploded from her ass, loud booming farts every couple of seconds as her backside violently ejected clumps of dung into the toilet, the heavy splashes forcing some of the early parts into the u-bend as Miles continued to also spray some heinous gas into the bathroom as well, quickly choking out most of the fresh air in the room and causing Miles to cough at the god awful stench in the room. "Ohhh man… God that reeks…" Miles' belly growled again before her backdoor opened up to release another series of gas launched turds into the bowl, although by now Miles could feel the heat radiating from the toilet bowl underneath her, and she forced herself to get up, lest she further bury the toilet. "Ahh! Did that all come out of me?" Miles was shocked at her massive production in the toilet. A small hill of variously sized turds were piled up in the bowl, the waterline barely visible as she had packed it full. The smell was equally foul, mostly a combination of everything she had eaten the day before her little binge. Hoping that she was done as she felt a little empty, she reached for the toilet paper before an extended gurgling sound came from her gut. "Ohh… this is going to be very messy…" Miles moaned as she pulled her dress back up before looking at the toilet. She knew that any more waste in that toilet and she would most likely completely break it. So, with a heavy heart, she shuffled over to the bathtub and sat on the edge, holding her belly as she pushed to get rid of the uncomfortable pressure in her. *SPRRRSPLLRRDFLOPS* Her ass sang the second verse of this bathroom tragedy, this one much softer, and more painful as all the cheese in the lasagna definitely fought back angrily, soft serve light brown muck splattered out of her and into the bathtub, the deformed mess starting to scatter all across the bathtub floor. "Uuuoh…" Miles could not help but moan in relief, as it did feel way too good to finally get this mess out of her body. But still it came, the mess getting steadily looser until Miles' butt was acting like a gross water fountain as she remained parked on the bathtub for a good fifteen minutes, either passing brown water, or volleys of wretched gas. Miles was sweating at the sheer heat in the bathroom, so she had to take her shirt off, leaving her completely naked as the temperature in the bathroom had gone up at least a good ten degrees if not more. She had to breathe through her mouth, such was the smell in the room lest she gag on her own stench. But after about a half hour of such miserableness, a cannon bass fart scattering the mess in the bathtub a little bit up the wall concluded her massive dump. Miles was panting heavily, and sweating too. "Ohhh my goodness… that feels much better…" Miles sighed in obvious relief as she reached for the toilet paper to clean her very filthy ass before tossing the used paper on the pile in the bathtub. Slowly, the post dump glow gave way to deep embarrassment as she looked at the devastation her ass wreaked in the bathroom. "Oh dear God… I'm going to have to call the plumber and explain this to him…" Miles sighed as she washed her hands before going to get the telephone. The End