Yana Tries Thai Tea

other party wanted picture removed so here's one of the wips for my remade yana image look at her go
________

Under the unrelenting rays of a furious midday sun, an amber-colored figure darted from alley to alley through an unnamed bustling city. Thai, the self-proclaimed greatest goo girl of all time, was undeniably overheating. Every step left a little puddle of goop behind. She had to find some manner of relief, and fast.

That was when she saw it: a Big Gulp left on a bench next to a bookstore. It was full of refreshing cola, but more importantly, lots and lots of ice. Thinking fast, Thai guiltily tossed out the cola, making sure to keep the ice cubes in the cup, and worked her way inside, melting into a roughly soda-like fluid. It was lucky for her that she managed to find herself in the less populated part of town, so no one was around to question her actions. “Much better!” she decided, already feeling the coolness permeating throughout her viscous being. Less than a minute passed before she dozed off in quiet content.

Eventually, the owner of the desecrated Big Gulp slid out of the store, locating her nearly discarded beverage and moving on through the city. As she was raised in a city significantly larger than this, Yana Lannst wasn’t entirely impressed by the scale, but there was a far larger population density here than anywhere she had been. Very curious, Yana mused, taking a deep gulp of her drink and trying her best to keep out of peoples’ way.

Though she didn’t take much note of it then, her soda was definitely a little thicker than she remembered it being. Unbeknownst to both parties, something undoubtedly sentient was being drank.

With a small yet dramatic yawn, Thai woke up to find herself in a tight chamber. She was back in her humanoid form, but she felt something squishy pressing in on her from all sides. No, not exactly squishy, she realized; the more she pushed against the walls of her new habitat, the less elastic it became. She wasn’t cold anymore, but she wasn’t horribly hot, either. In fact, she felt wonderfully warm. So content...

It was just Yana’s luck to have the subway back to her hotel leave right when she started having intestinal issues. She wondered if it had to do with that hummus she had with lunch. They warned her, she was sure there wouldn’t be a problem. “So angry...” she muttered, putting a hand to her gut in concern as it churned. It was only a twenty minute ride, and then she could deal with this in private. No big deal...

Thai began to feel a little giddy, trapped in this odd fleshy cage. She realized that she was most likely in someone’s belly, and with that realization came excitement. What would happen to her? Did she taste good? Each question she asked herself worked her up more and more, until--

Pffffrt.

With a little gasp, Yana looked around, wondering if anyone else was hearing the strange noises emanating from her belly. She expected a little bloating, of course, but...did her belly just pass gas?

Thai continued to ask herself inane questions. Would she go straight to their thighs? Blrrrrt. What does digestion feel like? Braaaapt. Is this how goo girls are born? FRRRRPT. More and more flatulence began slipping out of Thai’s gooey cheeks as more questions came to mind. Her flat little belly puffed up with backed-up gas, so she brought her knees to her chest and squeezed as hard as she could. BRRRLRRLRRRRRPT! The goo girl grunted and sighed happily, giggling to herself all the while.

People began looking at Yana with either concern or disgust as her stomach continued to act up. She actually felt her knees buckle as a particularly loud gut-buster rumbled out of her. “S-sorry,” she muttered, feeling the weight of so many stares bearing down on her. “Stomach trouble...it’s just getting worked up...” she laughed nervously. While leery of the way her belly began to balloon up with her intruder’s gas, people just shrugged, going back to reading, socializing, sleeping, and whatever else they felt like passing the time with on a train..

VVVURRRRRRP! Thai giggled as she forced another huge burst out. Prrt. Ffpt. Psssrt. The cute little mini-poots snuck out in its wake. The more she tooted, she was noticing, the roomier her dwelling became. Unfamiliar with human anatomy, the goo girl took this as a good sign and continued her unstoppable butt storm.

Yana needed to release. She could feel her bowels get stuffed with inexplicable gas, and it took all of her willpower to not just let it all out in front of a whole crowd. There were only five minutes until her stop, but she knew she couldn’t last that long. Maybe if she let it out quietly and slowly...it was worth a shot, she decided. Better to take the risk now. Glancing all about to confirm no one was watching, Yana leaned toward the napping girl next to her and gently relaxed her butt.

bbbbbbBBBRRRRRT! FPRRRRRPT! POORT! Brrt. Brrrpt. FRRPPOORRTT!

As soon as she gave her body the opportunity, gas began ripping out of her, sounding like a bloated chainsaw revving. It started low and bassy, then built until it reached a frequency that ensured absolutely everyone in the car would notice her ass explosion. Yana turned an uncanny shade of crimson as she realized what just happened, but the worst part of it was...there was no relief from it. The pressure only increased.

Thai--or, rather, Thai’s bum--roared with mirth as her captor released a hint of the goo girl’s excitement-spurred outbursts. “I like this...whoever it is!” Thai declared. “I just have to meet them!” With one more cursory poot, the goo girl relaxed herself and melted into a little auburn puddle. Yana’s body, finally finding something it could work with, swiftly swept up Thai’s goop and led her through the wonders of the human digestive system.

“Please, don-...RRGGPTTPTTT!...what’s happening t-...BRRRRTTPTPTPT!...help!” Yana declared, jumping out of her seat and grabbing at her stomach desperately. The sheer force of the gas had bent the poor rogue nearly double, and her gas-bloated bubble of a belly hung over her waistline. A different sensation altogether gripped her as something in her stomach shifted and changed. Though she had never had an enema before, the feeling of liquid coursing through her guts worried her regardless. The hot and airy streams began to deepen in pitch, shifting as Thai slid all around Yana’s bowels.

Brrrprprprrrrpt. The gas became bubbly, sounding oddly akin to a boiling tar pit. Desperation began to set in as she realized exactly where this was going. Trembling with anxiousness and desperation and embarrassment, Yana stood pigeon-toed in front of the door. People backed up and wrinkled their noses as the girl’s gas flowed unabashedly toward them. The only thought Yana had was to get to a bathroom. Need a bathroom. It’s coming. Bathroom. It’s coming...

With excruciating lethargy, the subway grinded to a halt and the doors slowly slid open. Yana attempted to dash through, only to meet the crowd of people seeking to get on. Though she tried her best to slip through the bustle, every elbow to the burgeoning belly or unintentional bump of her buttcheeks drove her to near insanity. Finally, she burst free, waddling her way toward a restroom and shouldering her way inside. She made it all the way to the stall, shut herself inside, made bare her alabaster buns, hoisted her leg up against the divider, and let herself go.

The symphonic sounds of Yana’s gassy climax reached nearly to the subway itself. Clenching her fists and straining with all her might, the girl strained and fought to work all the gas out of her. Thai was promptly ejected between a particularly bombastic series of poots to slam against the toilet. She quickly reformed and watched Yana’s spectacle in awe. Though she kept on pooting, her flatulence downright paled in comparison to whatever happened inside Yana.

After minutes of noisy release, Yana’s belly finally shrunk back to its usual flatness, and her gassy stream had subsided to a gentle putter. After a glance behind her clued her in on the culprit behind this humiliating debacle. “What the hell did you do to me?” she demanded, pointing very dramatically at Thai and frowning severely.

“I just wanted to cool down!” the goo girl responded innocently. It was the truth, after all. Yana sighed heavily and leaned against the door to the stall, idly pulling her shorts back up and dusting off her shirt. At Yana’s prompting, Thai explained the nature of goo girls and the...condition that she in particular seemed to be inflicted with.

Yana’s frown persisted throughout, but her expression grew more and more thoughtful throughout. “So, you’re saying this can happen again?” she asked softly. Thai just nodded and smiled sheepishly. After a long pause, Yana continued, “I have a hotel room nearby. I don’t care what happens to it,” a guilty smirk playing across her features.

A little later, what looked like a heavily pregnant raven-haired girl burst out of the bathroom, hustling her way toward the nearest lodgings. A little toot followed each step on her way. The girl and her cargo barely made it to her room, slipped inside, and hastily closed the door behind her.

Guests at the hotel the next morning complained of what sounded like a small bomb being detonated somewhere on their floor. When asked about the affair, Yana Lannst politely stifled a burp and shrugged. What a mystery.