Lashayy awoke with a growling stomach, rolling over to her side and glancing at the alarm clock on her bedside table. The bright light stung her eyes as she groaned, rubbing them with sleepy exhaustion. She couldn't remember what time they had gone to bed the night before, but it had been late. They had spent the evening together indulging in a feast, gorging themselves on their favorite foods with reckless abandon.
She sat up slowly, feeling the weight of her fullness in her belly pressing against her skin. A gentle rumble escaped her lips as she reached down to give her stretched tummy a tender rub. Looking up toward the bathroom, she frowned slightly, realizing it wasn't just the food making itself known now.
"Fuck..." she moaned under her breath, standing up and grimacing as she tried to move around. She felt bloated and heavy, as if she was carrying the weight of the world. With a sigh, she began to wander towards the bathroom, hoping that relief would be in sight soon.
Alonna, who had been watching from the doorway, saw her struggle and hurried over. "What's wrong, mistress?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. Lashayy let out a small growl, eyeing her submissive bunny girl with annoyance. "My stomach feels like it's about to explode!" she snapped, clutching at her taut belly.
"Oh no, mistress! Let me help you! Please, let me rub your tummy," Alonna pleaded, kneeling down at Lashayy's feet. The bunny girl wasn't used to seeing her mistress in such discomfort, and it pained her to see her that way.
Lashayy sighed reluctantly, nodding her head. "Fine... but you might want to come do it now before you die from the smell of my shit." She panted, guffawing lightly at her own joke. Alonna, blushing deeply at the crude remark, quickly moved to sit between Lashayy's legs, placing her hands on the large expanse of her tummy.
As she began to rub, Lashayy groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes and leaning back against the bathroom counter. It felt good to have someone else's touch on her aching stomach, even if it was Alonna's. The submissive bunny rubbed circles in soothing motions, trying to ease the discomfort that was clearly plaguing her mistress.
After a minute or two, Lashayy grunted, pushing Alonna away. "That's enough for now. I need to figure this out alone." She murmured, wincing as another wave of pain coursed through her belly.
Alonna watched her mistress warily, biting her bottom lip anxiously. She knew that look; it meant things were about to get messy. And sure enough, not long after, a series of loud farts and gurgles erupted from Lashayy, sending a wave of stink across the room. The smell was foul, and Alonna did her best to hold her breath, tears welling up in her eyes.
For what felt like an eternity, Lashayy continued to emit putrid sound waves from her toxic cauldron of a gut. She grimaced and moaned with each passing release, her face contorting in discomfort. Finally, finally, the noises began to slow down, and eventually, come to a stop.
Sighing in relief, Lashayy slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at her protruding belly, now released from the burden of its contents. A small grin graced her lips as she turned back towards Alonna. "I've been saving this for you," she said, holding out a finger to the bunny girl.
Alonna hesitated for a moment before reaching out with trepidation, taking one of Lashayy's fingers into her mouth and sucking on it gently. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the stench that still lingered in the air.
"That's my good girl," Lashayy purred, reaching down between her legs to stroke herself lazily. She watched as Alonna struggled to stay focused on her task, knowing the scent would only get worse as the day went on. But that was just part of being her submissive; sometimes you had to endure the smell for the sake of your mistress's pleasure.
And with that, the two continued their day; Lashayy basking in the afterglow of a filling bout of satisfaction, and Alonna trying her best to ignore the smell that lingered around them like a bad omen.
