[Tummy Troubles, Scat, Breeding, Filth]

"Alright. I'll bite. What in the world are you doing?"

Two good friends were currently standing in a dusty basement, with a softly glowing red circle decorating the floor. One had just come down into the basement, and the other had been busy preparing the circle. Which resulted in the latter, who was otherwise dressed rather formally given her choice of suit, being partly covered in dust.

"Getting us some inspiration." The woman, Hato, said as she slowly dusted herself off while getting up onto her feet. "You said you needed more cash from your readers. So I'm going to lend you a hand and try and bring in an audience that might whale for you." Her voice was very flat. Even though she was doing her best to try and help her friend.

Her very flat demeanor was also dramatically contrasted by her body. While she didn't emote often, her body told a different story. Not in terms of actual emotion, but rather in terms of showing off just how gifted she was. Tits bigger than her head, hips that were begging to be bred, and both squeezed into a painfully tight suit. It was a wonder that nothing had popped yet, considering how much was trying to escape. Combine all of that with her piercing red eyes and her white hair, and the emotively flat writer was definitely something to keep an eye on. And distract from the horrible kinds of writing that she did, even if said writing was good.

Hato's black-haired and glasses-wearing friend, who was currently staring at her with a pensive expression on her face, was named Bridgette. Like Hato, she was a writer by trade. And just like Hato, she was stacked. But it was not due to the fact that she was gifted. No, she just ate too much and gained a chubby body. It just happened to boost her curves in the right way, while giving her white-haired friend a pillow to use whenever she got too tired from vomiting words.

"Alright, glad to see you're willing to lend a hand. Next question, why a magic circle." Bridgette knew that Hato had strange ways of getting inspired. Their mutual interests overlapped on occasion, and she was genuinely surprised at the depths she was willing to cross if it meant getting proper experience with some kinks.

Hato's eye lit up briefly. "Demons make great partners. And I know just the demon that'll be able to help us. Even if he still owes me from the last time he came by." She explained, before turning around and reaching for the catalyst she needed to complete the summoning.

Bridgette raised an eyebrow as Hato placed a rather young looking doll in the middle of the circle. "...What, is it a doll demon?" She wasn't an expert on demons. She knew that Hato had written about that tall mom demon that she allowed to manhandle some of her characters. But that was about it. Who could it be then?

The albino writer didn't say a thing as she stepped back and the doll was swallowed by the circle, causing a bunch of smoke to billow forth. The circle released crackling sparks, as it pulled one of the demonic denizens of another world to their basement...

"...What the fuck, where'd the power go?"

A male voice echoed from within the smoke, as it slowly but surely faded away. Revealing quite the absurd sight. A dark-skinned bunny wearing a hoodie, currently sitting at a pc. A pc that did not receive any power at the moment, considering it had been warped far away from its power socket.

"I'm getting the strangest sense of deja vu looking at this." Hato said, recognizing the similarity between it and the one time a summon like this was done in reverse. Regardless, she had managed to call upon the one she wanted. "Bridgette, did I ever introduce you, or do I need to give you the quick rundown?"

Bridgette blinked a few times as she looked at the short bunny. "...That's a demon? That's just a black bunny." She was very unimpressed by the show. Even if she knew that what Hato did was actually pretty impressive.

"And you're just a white woman. Maybe even a pig, given that gut of yours." The bunny said as he focused on the fatty in a green sweater, before turning his head towards Hato.  "Hey, Hato. How's the book I sent? Good enough to be published?"

"Probably. Good enough to make me cum, so it'd probably sell well down there." Hato dryly replied, before shrugging her shoulders and motioning between her two friends. "Bridgette, meet Jermod. Bunny demon and purveyor of Tummy Troubles. Jermod, meet Bridgette. Another writer and a degenerate of a different caliber, one slightly closer to your other interests."

"Other interests?" Jermod asked, before Hato pointed at the charred remains of the doll that had been left behind by the summoning process. "...How many times do I have to tell you, that was like, one time. I don't diddle that many."

"Tummy Troubles." Bridgette said as she let the concept slowly mash around in her head, until she was sure that she understood it properly. "You're saying that you think that I'll be able to rake in readers and money through Tummy Troubles?" She asked, with Hato nodding in turn. "Like, what are we talking about? Just some rumbly tumblies? Or something more?"

"Depends on what Jermod's able to do." Hato said, before her eyes lit up ever slightly. "What do you say, Jermod? Think you could give us the full treatment? I've been looking for some really intense inspiration, and I don't think anything but that'll cut it."

Jermod took a brief glance at Hato, then at Bridgette, before shrugging his shoulders. "I'd ask if you were sure, but I know you're just going to say yes. Alright, I'll see what I can do. But it's going to take a while. And you don't get to complain about it, got it?"

Bridgette could feel a little nervous spark running down her spine, but Hato just nodded. It'd probably be fine. So she nodded as well, and just gulped a bit instead.

What's the worst that the bunny could do, anyway..?

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"JEEERMOOOOD! YOU CHOCOLATE BUNNY BITCH!"

Bridgette should've never gone along with this. Because the torture that her gut was putting her through was worse than being broke. It was worse than being stuck on the street. It was worse than any single thing that she could think of, explicitly because of how much pain it was sending through her.

It had been about... Three weeks since they summoned the short bastard. And in that time, he had given them the full course. Their diets were replaced with nothing but the greasiest and most unhealthy meals. All at Hato's insistence too. He was going to try and get his personal maid to come cook, but she decided that the takeout would help them progress faster. Which also meant that a lot of the blame could be placed on that albino broad.

Either way, Bridgette was lucky that she usually wore extra stretchy sweaters. Because at least she was able to keep her chest covered up a little. Not more than that, because her gut was stuffed full of... God, what was it that she had eaten that made it throw these kinds of fits? She remembered a lot of burgers and a lot of questionable soda, but not much more than that. In fact, she knew she had been in a food coma at least once... How the fuck did she eat that much?!

And how was she still eating, for that matter? As soon as she finished cursing Jermod's name, she was already stuffing her mouth with a cheeseburger. And she could feel her stomach both thanking her for the additional sustenance, and also cursing her name for making it even worse. She needed to eat. And yet at the same time she was so full that she couldn't get anything out and empty herself out so she could satisfy that need to eat.

The only thing that made this experience any worse was the fact that there was something that was able to slip out. And that was her gas. The few fumes that were able to squeeze through her bowels flooded outward, and she wanted to die every time she caught a whiff of it. How was she able to make this kind of weapons-grade gas?

"He'll be here soon. Probably getting... Gett- *URP*"

Hato, despite her flat tone and her usual demeanor remaining very similar to what it had been before, was in a state much akin to Bridgette's. Her stomach had long since burst out of her suit, with every button having shattered into tiny specks that made them impossible to fix. And in general, she looked like a much bigger mess than Bridgette.

She was not as used to eating this much. Which was why there was still a bit of grease and a few sauces decorating that belly of hers. That turgid belly that looked like it could've been filled with a brood or two, but instead it was just the source of her constant pain. Which she was able to endure, at the very least. Unlike Bridgette, who was bitching every other moment.

"Don't you dare puke in my house, you fat albino fuck." Bridgette glared at Hato. Holding her just as responsible for this as that black bastard. "I'm not cleaning up after you if you make a mess of the place. You owe me that much."

"Likewise." Hato said, a few bubbles of pure disgusting gas pouring from her lips. Even if she was able to maintain a mostly calm demeanor, she had to admit that the smell that these bubbles gave off once they popped was far beyond what she was able to handle. Her nose was terribly sensitive, after all.

Bridgette grit her teeth as she put her hands on that extra firm belly of hers. There were a few ways to get rid of this, weren't there? She could try an enema... But the chances of her wrecking the toilet were far too great. And if the toilet got wrecked, then they were extremely fucked. But how else was she supposed to get that shit out? All this gas, all this constipated shit... She had to get it out.

"I got the goods."

Just as Hato had implied, Jermod arrived. Coming out of the localized circle she had made so he could easily go to and from the store. Because he was too lazy to actually walk such a relatively short distance. And just as he had promised the night before, he'd get a bunch of soda. Because they all needed to game before a good session of creativity...

But Bridgette didn't care about gaming. Nor did she care about inspiration. "You... YOU! You're dealing with this! I can't take it any more!" She shouted, grabbing hold of Jermod and rapidly shaking him, thankfully after he had put down the payload of fizzy drinks.

"I thought I said you couldn't complain." Jermod's retort was hard to make out, mainly due to how violently he was being shaken. But he kinda expected this to happen. "Besides, what do you think I can do? You're stuffed full, you just need to get it out. Just push or somethin'." He explained, as he started to grin in a cheeky manner. "Especially if you leave the bathroom door open. Seeing you struggle to get it all out makes me hard."

Bridgette twitched as he was as up front as possible with her, before blinking as he was rather suddenly gone from her hands. In fact, he had been... tossed against the wall? Huh, how didn't she see that?

Jermod was just as stunned by the way he suddenly found himself embedded in a wall, trying to get free to no avail. All while he saw a certain albino writer approach with a killer look in her eyes. "...Shit, I didn't think you'd get this pent up." He had been privy to one prior instance of Hato looking like this. And that was his fault too, though that was more due to direct manipulation.

Underneath all that flat emotion, underneath all that lack of what seemed to be proper care... Hato had reached her breaking point. The pain of being stuck with all this filth blocking her intestines... The pain of being this gassy, to the point where the gas had to leave her lips in the form of extra smelly stink bubbles..  She needed this.

"Just don't move." Hato said, her crimson eyes flashing as she proceeded to slam her ass straight up against the black bunny. When did she remove her pants so he could access the goods more directly? Nobody knew. Nobody cared. What mattered was what was in front of him...

The writer's extra fat ass. It was big before, and now it had bulked thanks to what she had been eating. In fact, it had managed to catch up with her disgustingly huge bosom, and it was poised to grow even bigger with a bit more love and tender care. Both of which Jermod couldn't provide. Just more junk food that would skip the love and care part and just leave it even more tender by the end...

Not that he had to do anything. Hato was driving the show. And despite how heavy she was, how hard it was to move around with this big gurgly belly that just kept on wanting more to be stuffed into it, she could easily slam her ass straight onto what she wanted. That bulge in Jermod's baggy pants, forcing it to grow thanks to her precise strikes.

Bridgette watched as Jermod's thick chocolate shaft popped out. How in the hell did he hide a cock that was almost the same size as his torso? More importantly, was that what she thought could help them unclog themselves?!

All she could do was watch as Hato got to work. Using her precise slams to force Jermod to penetrate her hole, and letting it slip as deep into her as it could possibly go. All while refusing to let out a single moan or anything. No, she just let the actions speak for themselves. The sound of meat slamming against meat echoing out.

Bridgette bit into her lip as she watched. And she did her best to try and deal with her rising arousal. One hand barely creeping around the massive belly that she was saddled with, reaching into her pants so she could flick her bean and rub against those lower lips... And the other hand grasping onto the belly instead, jiggling it and making sure that she was getting as much stimuli out of something this simple as possible.

"Damn, you're tighter than I thought. No wonder you're so backed up!" Jermod shouted as he was made to fuck Hato more and more. He preferred being on top, but he couldn't deny when a hole felt this good. Especially as he could feel her entire body wobbling and pulsing in response to slamming against him.

God, seeing her stomach ripple from here. Seeing it loosen bit by bit and get softer in response to the cock inside her letting her stomach breathe out the other end... God, it was such a turn on. If only she wasn't pressing up against him like this. Then he could admire the chaos. The way that the thrusts caused more and more of her jiggly fat to ripple like the tides...

Hato was banking on him growing aroused from the show. It made it easier to force him towards a climax. And with a deep breath, she slammed her ass up against him one more time. Forcing her ass as far up against his cock as it could go, and letting it truly dig deep inside her in the process. All so she could make him cum as hard as possible.

And cum he did. He came hard, rearing his head back as the sticky and hot magma inside his balls billowed forth. All that creamy white stuff flooding her intestines, breaking loose any and everything that was in its path. He might've been the cause of why she was so clogged, partly due to his powers and partly due to the diet that he had put her on. But he would also be the cause of her satisfaction returning.

Immediately, Hato felt her stomach trembling and groaning in response. She needed to shit. Badly. And so she quickly forced him off her, the sound of her panicked gasping echoing out around her. Finally, sweet, sweet relief..!

Bridgette watched Hato run straight towards the bathroom, and she put two and two together. Oh, no, fuck that, she wasn't letting her claim the bathroom. "Wait you pale whore!" The other bloated writer cried out, as she tried to break into a sprint...

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

Only for her to end up behind Hato right as the albino writer's hole tried to release its contents. The first of which being the concentrated gas that had been building inside Hato. The stench was so strong that it started to stun the black-haired writer, especially as every single inch of the air inside her home was replaced by the sheer quantity of gas. Considering she had been backed up for weeks, no wonder she was able to release such a potent and excessive fart...

"Saaaaaaafffeee..." Hato gasped and wheezed as she slammed her ass down on the toilet seat, only to flush bright red as she felt it all flooding out. She was not a moment too soon, and now that the cum had loosened everything inside her, it would not stop flowing. On one hand, it was good. It meant that she could focus on just shitting everything out. And on the other hand, she would be stuck to this toilet for the next little while...

As the sound of Hato filling the toilet bowl with untold amounts of shit, whether solid or liquid, echoed throughout the house... Jermod looked at the downed writer, and shook his cock slightly. Because Hato had decided to head off towards the toilet right as she had the chance to shit it all out, he was left not fully satisfied. Thankfully, he had another hole to use.

"Can't.. Breath- AHN-"

Bridgette's eyes briefly rolled into the back of her head as she felt a cock slam straight into her loose pussy. Not that her experience with small cocks and how they loosened her up mattered, when the cock slamming into her was so big that she felt much tighter. The pain and the pleasure that came with being stuffed full of something this big was enough to snap her out of the haze that came with inhaling these foul fumes, prompting her to look towards Jermod as he forced her onto her back...

"I'll just unclog you with a few thrusts. No extra charge." Jermod was having a little fun bullying Bridgette. Just a little. She had been bitching over the last week, and now that he had her at his mercy, why not breed her? If she was anything like Hato, it'd make for a great story."

"Fuck youUUUUU!" Bridgette tried to cry out, only to feel the sheer rush of pleasure that came from being fucked like this. How was he able to fill her like this? And how in the world was she going to handle it? She felt like she was about to cum at any moment, and the intensity of the orgasm... Just what was it going to bring!?

She didn't really get to think much. Not while most of her thoughts were being drowned out by being bred. And the ones that didn't end up drowning due to the pleasure pouring through, they were instead pushed aside thanks to the way that Jermod occasionally slapped her stomach.

Bit by bit, as he kept on fucking her pussy and slamming against the guarded entrance to her womb, he could see the ripples forming across her belly. Every thrust sending more and more of that loosened flab rolling across the surface. If he thrust a little harder, he'd probably get her to loosen up completely. But since she wasn't going to be unclogged thanks to his cum...

"C'mon! Push!" He had to shout as he pressed his hands down on her rippling belly. All while slamming inward. A two-pronged assault, so that she could get off his back about being so fucking stuffed!

Bridgette let out a mixed moan. Filled with the pain that was born from being so damned stuffed. Filled with the strain of pushing while she was literally clogged full of shit. And filled with the pleasure that came from the rough treatment and the cock pistoning in and out of her. It was all so much. So much that she had to try and bite into her lip to stifle another massive moan. But no. Her orgasm came, and it forced her to scream...

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

And just like that, the gates were opened. The shit inside her intestines had been loosened in such a way that she could fart again. And fart she did, as a proverbial hurricane of filthy gas flooded its way out. Filling her room with even more disgusting gasses, combining with Hato's to make the very worst gas yet known to man...

Jermod liked what he heard. And he thrust once more, this time blowing past her weakened cervix with one final thrust. That's all that he had to do before he couldn't handle any more himself, letting out a much more placated moan as he flooded that womb with all his sticky juices.

Not that Bridgette paid attention to how she was inseminated. Not that she paid attention to the fact that Jermod had likely just cursed her to another year's worth of this shit. No, all she was focused on was her orgasm, and the sensation of everything pushing out of her.

It was a good thing that she had fallen really far. Because otherwise the sensation of shitting herself mid-fuck would've probably turned her off. The sensation of pushing out log after log and flooding the floor with shit, some of that shit even growing slightly liquid the more was loosened and the more she pushed out. She was a filthy fountain, all thanks to what he had done to her.

Just as Hato was. Hato had long since fallen off the toilet due to how much she had pushed out. The toilet was clogged, and she wasn't fully unclogged. She was a mess. And it was all because she thought that it was a good idea to try and ask for inspiration from Jermod without adding any limits.

He could see them both from here. How his actions had managed to ruin them both. And it honestly brought a smile to his face. Both of them deserved it. Hato for being so relatively distant and never giving him great advice whenever he sent a book to her for review. And Bridgette... Well, she was just plainly a bitch.

So the fact that both of them were going to harbor his young and deal with even more of this? Yeah. That was going to be great. Hell, knowing what they were like... They were probably going to grow even fatter and even hotter in the process, while they made even greater victims out of their bowels and how stuffed they were going to be. All in all, he had gotten the much better end of the deal.

As Bridgette struggled to remain conscious thanks to the stink, the pleasure, and the humiliation of shitting herself, a single thought remained in her mind as she looked up at the bastard bunny's smug grin.

She was never asking Hato for help. Ever again.