[gas/stuffing] Midna's Continued Baba Problems

Midna was many things. Cursed by Zant into a miserable diminutive impish form, a sorceress of considerable power--and, perched on a windowsill staring out at the dusky forest, incredibly bored. Raising a slender hand to her mouth, the Twili stifled another yawn and pushed her Fused Shadow helmet back up on her brow. “Damn that mangy mutt. How long does it take to fetch some food?” She and Link had holed up in this shoddy cabin to rest overnight before realizing that he had already ran out of provisions. So off he went, the foolish little hero boy, to scrounge something up for the both of them, leaving her to sulk here in the middle of nowhere.

The pouting imp winced in agony as her stomach rumbled grumpily, clearly as upset as she was about being neglected for so long. Midna blushed as her fingers sank into the soft flesh of her pudgy middle, an embarrassing reminder of her run-in with a couple of foul-mouthed Deku Babas. Tenderly massaging her midsection, the imp scooted off the sill and padded over to the door. If the mutt can’t find food, clearly it was up to her. She padded out of the house and walked around back, hoping to find some fruit trees or a garden. “Aha!” she gasped, her eyes lighting up as she discovered a towering apple tree. “I can’t wait to see the look on Link’s face. I might share a few with him... if I feel generous!”

Licking her lips, she floated up to a low-set branch and reached out with her fiery orange third hand, plucking a ripe red fruit from its stem and taking a big bite. Juices dribbed from the sides of her mouth and she groaned in delight. Her prehensile hair gathered up more apples as she dug into her meal. By the time she had chewed down to the core, her hair-hand clutched at least a dozen of the tasty treats. Patting her tummy happily, she sighed and discarded the core, lazily floating back to the front of the cabin with her prize in hand.

A huge tooth-filled mouth shot up from the ground, catching the tossed apple remains and chattering its fangs at the startled imp. One by one, more planty chompers burst from the grass until Midna was surrounded by angry-looking Deku Babas. The sound was overbearing, and she sank to the ground, wincing under the overbearing ambush. “Babas in the backyard?” she muttered to herself, glancing from side to side at the swinging plants. “I guess that’s why the place is deserted...”

The noise stopped, and Midna glanced up to see the enemies fixated on her. Inexplicably, she suddenly felt self-conscious under the scrutiny of the dozen different toothy grins. Her thick thighs, her wide-set hips, her paunch--the devilish plants were all over her. She gritted her teeth, standing up a little straighter. “Damn weeds,” she said, dropping her apples to the grass. Sweat ran down Midna’s face, and she tried to force down the memories of swallowing Babas some time ago. The tension of plant matter and released gases bloating up her stomach, and the relief of finally venting out all that air... A small part of her brain realized that she was drooling.

Midna’s magic hand reached out, grabbing a Baba and wrenching it out of the ground. Opening wide, the imp shoved the monstrous plant into her mouth bulb-first, forcing it down her throat. Her fingers traced the huge bulge as it sank down past her chest and into her stomach. The Baba struggled weakly, sending tremors through Midna’s tight-packed tubby paunch. Realistically, she knew she should feel horribly full, but...

One more couldn’t hurt, right? The greedy imp grabbed another plant and tossed it back, slurping up the stem as the bulb worked its way down her esophagus. One by one, the Babas vanished down her gullet. Midna’s gut gurgled helplessly as her body struggled to process half a dozen foul-mouthed monsters. But by the goddesses, was she full! Struggling to her feet, she half-dragged, half-rolled her way to the porch, hauling herself inside and collapsing on a dusty couch. All the jostling did nothing to help her digestive crisis. Caressing her quivering belly, her delicate fingertips worked their way down the trenches and over the bulges of her engorged innards. The sides of Midna’s swollen stomach visibly churned as her body finally started to break down the plant matter, and she hiccuped, nearly pinned by the simple girth of her gurgling gut. A mighty burbling reverberation echoed through the depths of the ponderous organ, and her tummy puffed up even further as some powerful gaseous entity formed and swiftly built, forcing its way through the labyrinthian confines of her stomach and rushing up through her chest. Caught by surprise, the imp’s cheeks bulged with thick heady winds before they forced their way through her lips: A mighty belch ripped its way from her body, the noise echoing through the house and reverberating through her ears. Midna blushed, surprised at the volume of the sound she just made--but her cheeks truly flushed as that foolish boy Link barged his way through the door, casting about for the source of the monstrous roar. He instead found his impish companion, laden with a belly fit to hide a Goron and bashfully wiping her mouth with her free hand.

“A-about time you showed up, ‘hero!’ “ she stammered, clumsily sitting up and trying her best to keep up appearances despite the obvious predicament. “Had you managed to find anything to eat in a reasonable time, I wouldn’t have had to take matters into my own--urp--hands.” She crossed her arms, inadvertently resting her elbows on the swell of her massive bumpy belly which served only to exaggerate the disparity between the normally petite imp and her still-bubbling tum. “Now stop gawking and start a fire, it’s drafty in this stupid shack.” The baffled hero blinked, then rolled his eyes and left the house in search for some firewood.

As soon as the door closed, Midna let out a huge breath, letting her gut flop down onto her thighs. It didn’t serve for much with how bloated she was, but she still felt obligated to suck in her gut when Link was nearby. The imp had more problems than her damaged pride, however. Her little erucation balked in comparison to the chemical reaction taking place deep in the recesses of her body. Normally somewhat of a carnivore, Midna hadn’t eaten many vegetables in months, and her body would’ve thrown a fit if she had so much as eaten a salad. With so much plant matter gumming up her guts, however...

A deep ominous gurgle oozed from Midna’s stomach, gas pockets shifting and popping as indigestion began to set in. The curve of her burgeoning belly bloated past her knees, forcing her legs apart. As her tummy churned and grew, Midna’s butt quivered and twitched against the couch as excess gas found its way south. Biting her lip, the imp clenched her cheeks, refusing to compromise her integrity for a fleeting bit of relief. Much to her chagrin, Link barged back into the house with a bundle of sticks in-hand, avoiding looking at the ballooning princess while he set to work setting and nursing a flame. Midna had hoped that the crackle of a hearth fire might somewhat mask the internal intestinal cacophony, but her stomach quickly proved that it could easily drown out such a measly noise, filling the room with all manners of gurgling and rumbling.

Midna grunted, wrapping her arms around her shifting gut and biting her lip as the first Baba bulb squeezed its way into her small intestine. The scale of her stomach shrank noticeably to compensate, but the internal movement doubled the pressure in the imp’s body. A small squeak of gas escaped her tightly-clenched cheeks. Glancing in Link’s direction, the flustered threat Midna intended to sling his way was overpowered by a surprisingly powerful burp which only heightened her embarrassment. I need to get outside fast, she realized, lethargically floating toward the door.

A muffled Poof! reverberated from Midna’s glutted guts as the Baba, constricted by the walls of her duodenum, exploded into thick swirling smoke. The princess flopped to the ground belly-first, popping two more evil plants from the impact. For a moment Midna’s stomach shrunk several inches in diameter--then, like a time lapse of yeast rising in an oven, her belly swelled with liters of smoke, steadily lifting her helpless body in pulsing waves. Rolling back onto her butt, the imp whimpered, eclipsed by her gaseous blimp of a bloated gurgling belly. A deep bassy belch rolled from her throat, green plumes of smoke drifting from her open maw. “Nngh--you’d better get out of h-here, mutt, before... guh!” Another Baba popped, inflating Midna’s balloon-like gut further. “Feels like I’m gonna burst myself,” she muttered to herself, stifling another enormous burp with the back of her hand.

The bemused hero glanced down at the half-eaten fruit in his hand, then up at the rotund sack of gas that his companion had become. Eventually he shrugged, favoring the warmth of the fire to another frigid trip outside. Midna couldn’t see the gesture, but his lack of movement was enough of an indication. “F-fine, I hope you choke!” she barked, setting her feet under her and unsteadily hauling herself up, hips jutting proudly toward the ceiling. With a husky moan, she relaxed her tush--and blinked as only another little puff of air escaped her cheeks. She could feel all that air, decaliters of it, roiling in her guts and vying for escape. Every second more of it filtered south, the rising pressure nearly unbearable for the poor little creature. Midna bit her lip, grabbing her belly with her huge orange hair-hand and giving the bulging orb a good shake. To her surprise, a deep grrgrlgrlggll... oozed from her tummy as the disturbance swirled all the smoke and gas around. Clearly some reaction was taking place.

The imp’s ample butt trembled as the first loud Frrrpt! blared from her cheeks. After that, the dam completely broke, and the room was filled with sound and smoke as all varieties of toots trumpeted proudly from the bloated form of the hapless princess. Her face screwed up as huge gusts of air flew from her fanny, lasting at least five seconds each. One by one the remaining Babas popped, adding more fuel to Midna’s ungodly fume furnace. Her tummy shrank an inch a minute as she vented so much air, her twitching limbs hugging and squeezing to help get all the air out.

PRRRPTPTPT-brrptfrrrt... toot! After at least fifteen minutes, the farts finally puttered to a stop. Midna collapsed on her side, curled around her still-significant paunch as residual puffs of wind slipped from her backside. Eventually, she shakily rose into the air, using her hair as a makeshift chair as she struggled to compose herself. Link was looking over his shoulder at him, his expression frustratingly unreadable. “W-well?” she demanded, folding her arms and inadvertently resting her elbows on her still-burbling belly. She didn’t expect an answer, of course, and didn’t wait for one, opting to float into another room to ruminate in the dark. Despite herself, she let out a shuddering sigh, overstimulated from finally being able to let that pleasure out. Oh, Goddesses, what a rush, she thought, biting her lip as a finger traced the curves of her squishy middle. Imagine what a Shadow Beast would do to my figure... A bashful smile slowly spread across her face, imagining herself swallowing one of those gangly Twilight monsters. Perhaps it was time to move on to larger meals.