Misha's Monumental Moment V2 P8

The Dump.

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Misha panted. The world around him had finally fallen silent. Surrounded by gold; he was alone.

RRRMMBBLLLEEEE

“Hhhaaaann~!” Misha whined and kissed his tummy as it rumbled excitedly. His enormous, swollen asshole gaped and throbbed. Stretched and bruised, it knew better than to try closing with what was coming. Like a portal to a land of filth and fertility, his asshole twitched and winked as a tremor rolled through Misha’s guts. Mommy Misha was getting ready for part two of his show. The golden stage was set, the doll’s strings were pulled taut once again, and his belly was more than ready to give a second act to the finale of Pachelle. And it would be a wonderous finale.

Quinn, Irahei, his Divine Sisters, and nearly everyone who ever heard one of his bowel movements could attest. Misha was an excellent Fartqueen… He was an even better Dumpdiva. Even when his farts roared like a cannon, or sounded like the heavens themselves splitting apart, they couldn’t overshadow his dumps. Quinn had laughed until she cried, masturbated furiously, or held his hand through several dumps now and still she couldn’t comprehend it.

When Misha’s thick earthy logs of ultra-dense fertilizer pushed past his plump donut, tugging at his G-spot the entire time, despite never using a dildo or even letting Quinn put a dildo in him. Misha’s cock had practically trained itself to wring his nuts dry when he took a bathroom-breaking poop! The other thing that shocked even Irahei was how Misha’s dumps could vary so much. Sometimes, even as his divine donut pumped out shit wider than the Crysabike Quinn crashed into a tree, he was dead silent. Misha sat there perfectly quiet except for a few whimpers, as a silent monstrosity birthed out of his ass.

And other times… his dumps were as loud as his farts…

BBBBLLLRRRBBBMMMLMMLBBRROOOOWWWLLL!

“Hhhiiiii!” Misha squealed as a second, needier rumble pushed through him. Like a good Dumpdiva, Misha clenched his hands and pushed as his ears flattened and his tail shot straight up. Movement surged inside him. Several ton shit serpents slithered within his bowels and colon, but none pushed for the exit. As his rumbling tummy shook the cracked floor, Misha’s cock dripped with need, waiting for the sweet, sweet moment when a titan of a turd began to push against his inner buttons… And then the rumble faded, the ground stilled, and nothing had come out.

Why wasn’t he already poopiiiing!? Misha panted, his eyes swirling as his donut throbbed with equal parts excitement and fear, but the behemoth inside him was taking its sweet time now. As if punishing its mommy for holding it in so long. For not just going to the toilet or letting Quinn fuck him a week ago.

The broken bunny doll didn’t understand! Why couldn’t he poop? He was being such a good boy! Such a good mommy to his behemoth shit brood! Gorgeous tears ran down his eyes as his tail lowered, the urge to dump fading as easily as it had overpowered him. Misha’s mind was still far too gone to put any coherent words to a sentence, but even as addled as he was he knew something was wrong.

Misha traced his titanic tummy as it rested on his massive cock and balls. Trying to find out if something was wrong with his belly. Then when the little doll couldn’t figure anything out besides that he was verrrryy full~, the little doll’s strings pulled his hands to his rotund rump. Several feet across and wobbling erotically in the golden wind. His ass almost seemed sad at not being spanked, not clapping from the force of his prior wind, not being spread as wide as it could to push out logs- no -pillars inside him. As Misha panted and cried, rubbing small circles on his titanic ass, helpless and horny, and full of several tons of divine fertilizer that yearned to bless the land his farts had freshly plowed and tilled… The Fake Quinn returned.

Sitting on top of his belly, so far out of reach, with a glorious, evil smile on her face. Misha’s delusion, his fantasy, his need, stood up on his belly as he whimpered. “Ohhh Mishee Mishee Mishee~ You’re so pathetic~! I love it sooo much. Nobody’s around anymore, it’s just you with an entire mountain as your private toilet, and now you can’t poop! Hahahahaha~! While I would loooove to watch you explode like a good boyfriend bomb~ I thought-“ Misha stared up at the fake Quinn as he panted, his left ear half-folded in bliss and confusion as she added even more pressure to his belly. Misha instinctively bucked his hips a few times, uselessly trying to put his dick inside Quinn. Even as his dick was currently wider and taller than her body. The Fake Quinn’s wolfish smile suddenly turned into a scowl as she finished her taunt.

A second later. She was in front of Misha’s face, resting on his belly with an angry look in her eyes. Misha wanted to cry and say sorry… he also wanted her to scold him and spank him… “-I told you to shit. And you’re not. Are you disobeying me, Mishee? You bad, bad boyfriend. You just want to be punished, don’t you?” Fake Quinn growled with a scowl as Misha cried harder, but his tail began to wag. The Fake Quinn traced a hand on his chest, his small, yet lewd little swells that couldn’t have been anything but girly A-Cup breasts. Misha’s cock vibrated, his balls sloshed and rumbled needily. Two more Fake Quinn’s appeared. One by his gravid balls, the other on his abundant ass.

“Very well, Mishee~ Here’s some punishment.” The Fake Quinns all whispered to him in unison. Before the one on his belly grabbed his face and shoved her tongue down his throat. The one behind his ass smacked his rotund rear as hard as she could. The one by his crotch gave his gorgeous globes a gentle, but firm chomp~. Misha’s eyes widened into saucers before rolling into his head as his cock rumbled. His body loving the abuse and spurning him on even more!

But what the Crysadeck saw was perhaps even lewder. With a whorish grin on his face, Misha had softly muttered “Quuiiinn~ Pleeease… “ while tracing his chest with his right hand, before silently mouthing “I’ve been baaad~ Punish meee, break me… yesss~!” Then. Misha had spanked his butt, over and over, softly at first, then harder and harder, slaps ringing out in the silent world as Misha smacked his ass as best he could as his ass rippled and quaked, his cock dewing as he grit his teeth. Misha pulled his right hand back, lifted his tail out of the way, and slapped his ass cheek so hard a handprint stuck to it as his eyes rolled into his head and he gripped his belly.

His ass was stinging, his ass was jiggling, his was quaking, rumbling, ready to blow! The Fake Quinn’s disappeared as soon as they’d arrived as Misha whined. Another anal labor had arrived.

*RRRRMMMMBMBBBBVVVVLLLLBBLBLLBBOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRGGGOOOOORRRRRNNNN!*

Misha’s entire belly roared and constricted suddenly as his ass throbbed with need. His tail shot up as Misha’s belly tightened around the beast in his bowels! Misha’s perfect, smooth orb squeezed down and was suddenly a tight lump of titanic coils. Bulges all over his gravid gut rose to the surface, some only a foot wide, some nearly eight feet wide. His stomach roared like a Chaos Titan. A deep echoing roar that filled the golden storm. It should have belonged to a beast taller than the sky. Instead, it belonged to a little bunny boy and his rumbly belly.

Then the bulges began to move. It was time!

“HHhhHHhhhghghhg!” Misha cried out as the pressure inside him soared to its limits once again. Movement! His dump babies were comiiiing! Oh GODS his tummy, his ass, his tummy, his ass! His tummy! HIS ASS! HIS ASS HIS ASS HIS ASS~!

Misha’s southern maw twitched and trembled as the gaping beast began to fill. The looming cavern throbbed as Misha’s tail wagged in need and excitement, the little doll’s tummy violently pushing on itself as the great serpents inside were forced to slither. As magic and might collided within his colon, the great brown beast grew thicker, harder, and heavier. Misha’s poor donut, violently and lewdly stretched by his hurricane flatulence, finally revealed the monster.

A great beast of darkest, fertile brown. A behemoth inching its way into the world. A herculean burden on a lewd bunny boy’s bowels. 

BOOMPH-CRRAACK**

Misha squealed as the weight inside him proved too much for the ground. His titanic ass and tummy sank deeper into the crater he had made earlier as his donut throbbed, his southern maw nearly choking on the dark steaming pillar that filled it more by the second. Misha’s cock throbbed, his holy veins twitching in excitement as he whimpered and mewled. Every inch, every foot, every hundred pounds added to his shit filling his colon made his body tremble in heavenly bliss. His shit wasn’t even out yet and his cock was trembling in need, on the verge of orgasm!

“HHiiiiieeee~! HhhhGGuuuu!” Misha whined, rubbing his tummy as the contractions kept pulsing through him. His donut, already spread wide enough to swallow someone hole, strong enough to shatter steel and bend diamonds to its will, choked once again on the beast.

FFFffffFFFRRRTTT~!

FFFRRRRIIIIIPPP!

FFFWWWEEETT!

Tiny, whistling leaks of gas helped ease the birth of the monster. The only noise in Pachelle besides his cries and the deep rumbling within him. With another concentrated fart, Misha’s monolith lurched downwards a foot, finally, blissfully crowning into the world. Even if by a few inches.

The Crysadeck watched as Misha’s golden donut crowned, and a several-foot-wide beautiful beast of Topaz and Dark Chocolate took its first steaming breath in the world. Misha’s golden eyes shot wide open as his poop, barely even born, immediately lurched a foot downwards. Stopping right at the destroyed entrance to the bowels of Pachelle.  

“Nnngh!” Misha squealed as his cock pulsed, his glowing balls humming with energy and excitement as his mammothine log teased his rear cruelly. Misha’s poop was teasing him too! He couldn’t handle all this pleasure, all this cruel teasing! Misha’s tears ran down his face as his great tummy bulged and rumbled, warning him that his next labor pang was only moments away. He wanted to beg it to be gentle; that his sensitive little hole couldn’t handle such a big turd, even stretched as wide as a car! But his body didn’t care. It knew the truth. It knew his deepest wants, his sluttiest desires, his filthiest needs. It would choose all of that for him, and let the little doll experience his own show from the sidelines as he birthed a record book dump like a good Dumpdiva.

Misha’s bowels were in control now, and no one, not him, nor Quinn, nor any God or Goddess would stop his heavenly act now. His bowels rumbled again. Deciding how kind, how violent, how painful and blissful his dump would be for him~. And whether he would sing this song alone, or duet it against his ass.

His bowels made their choice. The pressure rose in his colon. Several tons of constipation, yearning to move once again. Boulders cracking against themselves. Inching forwards. Weight and need rose inside him, threatening to explode if he didn’t push!

“HHeeee! Hnngg! Ahhn! Ahhh~!” Misha cried out and grit his teeth as the rumble came, and he obeyed like a perfect Shitmommy. Misha’s ass clenched and unclenched within the crater before another deep lurch within him sent his divine fertilizer smashing into the ruined pipeworks.

THUNK-CCREEECCKKSSHSHRRRKKK!

“AHhhh~ OOHH!” Misha sang as his dump lewdly kissed and fondled his golden rim, pushing, prodding, teasing his needy P-Spot as his cock began to fill with gold. His eyes crossed as his cock loaded like a cannon and readied another divine splurt into the sky. The silent beast was oh so gentle yet domineering, it easily had its way with his ass Misha pumped out divine filth worth more than its weight in Gold. And though that fertile boulder was so loving towards its maker’s needy hole, it was nothing but wrathful as it slammed headfirst into the Pipes. Splitting them open even wider than Misha’s fart fortissimo. Misha mewled and sang as the metal Jirokk had praised so highly shattered into pieces with every foot his monstrous dump tore through. But that was far from enough.

BUUNK-BANG-THUNK-THHHOOOOM-GRRNK-CRACK-CRRIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEKKKK!

In only a few seconds, a cacophony roared below Misha. It was the sound of Misha’s shit-baby, his constipated creation, tearing through the pipes and slamming into wall after wall, pushing the very ground away as it filled the fissures Misha’s gas still poured through now. Already Misha’s dump was nearly forty feet down into the pipes and had not bent even once. It did not drill through the ground, it pulverized anything below it with the weight of an Icon’s fury.

As if Misha had swung a hammer down with all his strength and pounded a holy seed to split the land in two, Misha’s dump obeyed his body’s two commandments. To crush and fill everything it could. And to fertilize these lands with Irahei’s love.

Misha gripped his belly and squeaked as he shut his eyes, his tongue lewdly falling out of his mouth as his tail wagged nearly like Quinn’s as gold filled his cock like a reservoir. “EE! NNnn! Hnnngg! AHHHN!” Misha sang and had his first dump-gasm.

Many would follow.

SSSSSPPLOOOOOOORRRRTT! SPPPLLUUUURRT! SSSSSPPPLLLUUUUURRT!

Misha’s cock fired off another volley of sanctified seed into the sky. Though his cock was half the size it had been before, this volley of shining spunk soared even higher, as if trying to impregnate the heavens. Joining the golden fart storm rolling and roiling in the skies above as Misha whimpered. Golden lightning crackled in the sky above as fresh ‘rain’ was seeded into the clouds. Misha panted, his cock barely getting a second to calm down before another massive splurt, then a third pushed out of him alongside the tonnes of scat pumping down into the bowels of Pachelle.

The turd wider than a Titan’s skull slammed through everything below it. Mighty cracks and roars as Misha’s lone log acted more like a concentrated, bumpy pillar of marble rather than a steaming, dark, rich, incredibly mana-dense coil of fertilizer.

A Monolith. That was the only way to properly describe what was currently splitting Misha’s ass in such a deliciously and painfully orgasmic way. Splitting his titanic ass cheeks apart when not even golems would be strong enough to spread the girliest Ranun’s Rump.

Falling like a meteor. The Monolith crushed everything beneath it. Pulverizing metal, roots, pipes, mortal and magical, natural and made, all were smooshed to pieces. The monolith fell; the weight of gravity was unnecessary. Misha’s bowels were pushing it out so hard he could shit straight through a steel wall. The monolith fell another dozen feet. Cracking and crushing and… crackling on its way down.

Misha’s tail wagged over and over as he drooled and cried. Rubbing his belly as his overstretched donut tried desperately to clamp down and cut his turd in two. To give him a moment to breathe before he- he- he-!

“NNngghh HHhyyyyEEE~!” Misha whimpered as his balls throbbed and another dump-gasm slammed into him.

SSSSSPPLOOOOORRRRRRRRSSSSSTTTTT!

Misha’s body had fully given into birthing his sweet, giant, fertile turds and nothing would nor could stop his Dump-Diva ass from doing what it did best. As his cock shot off more golden rope into the sky, golden gas-enriched lightning crackled above as his behemoth shit-baby crackled below. The Icon blessed the heavens, the depths, and the earth in between. Nothing in Pachelle was safe from Misha’s lust filled blessing, a catastrophe born from constipation.

Only as his behemoth crashed down deeper, hitting two hundred feet in depth and nearing the bottom of the sewer systems, the catastrophe began to bear fruit. The apple tree that had rapidly grown over a hundred feet tall had kept growing. Thicker and taller much like Misha’s divine manure that fertilized the ground. Nearly fifteen feet in diameter and soaring to two hundred feet in height. The apple tree rumbled, it’s body groaning from the constant growth as apples fell in droves by the second.

And it was far from alone. All across Pachelle things began to move, though Misha was the sole person left within the fog of gold. Plants were growing. Tearing through buildings broken apart by the shockwaves of the Icon’s flatulence earlier. Vines rapidly turned a pristine temple into an overgrown tangle, as if Pachelle had been abandoned for centuries and not a dozen minutes.

But as Misha’s whining, whimpering, lust filled dump slammed into the bottom of the Latrepolis’ sewers. Misha felt a moment of strain take over as his titanic turd did not want to bend. It only wanted to go down and down as if drilling to the core of the world itself.

“Nngg… Ghhh… Oohh! Ooouuu~ It… huurrtsss!” Misha cried, his cock throbbing in bliss as his donut strained to push against bedrock. But his belly was far from empty, and far from finished punishing Pachelle for thinking it could handle an Icon’s needy wrath.

 Love and lust solidified together within him, within the mass plugged for the briefest of moments that had been steadily pumping into the earth below his cavernous ass cheeks. His intestines stretched and growled as his colon bulged. His donut choking on a log as hard as adamantium as Misha grit his teeth. The urge to poop rising by the second as the bunny boy sat there with a two hundred and thirty-three foot leviathan hanging from his triple-decker ass cheeks. A Godly Ranger as Quinn would have called it much to normal Misha’s horror and shame.

But now… Misha was fully under the control of his cock and ass~. Like a good Poop-mommy, a useful puppet for the birthing of a great brown monolith. A dump so grand no audience deserved to watch its beautiful, beastly emergence.

“NnnNG Uuoo! Can’t PoOOOooUUUGH!” Misha whimpered and grit his teeth as he began to strain. His body needed to keep pooping. To keep fertilizing! His cock trembled excitedly. Tears rolled down his gorgeous face as his tail stood straight like a skunk’s! His massive fluffy ears clamped against the side of his head as Misha whimpered and struggled to birth his load. Why wouldn’t it come ouuuut anymooooore!? If he couldn’t poop soon he might go insane!

Misha’s belly growled in agreement and took the reigns.

UUURRVVVVBBR~RRRRBGGRGGGRRRR~GRLOOORRRRGGRRGOOORRRPP!

Misha’s eyes widened into golden saucers as his belly went through another labor pang. That deepened again, and then a third time as Misha slammed his eyes shut and clenched everything as hard as he could as the urge to push overwhelmed him as mightily as it had earlier. As the second level of the beastly internal roar hit Misha, his belly constricted. The grand giant orb, perfect in its beauty except for his belly button and a few lumps where the leviathan coiled within him squeezed down tightly, transformed in an instant from a great sphere, to a lumpy, coiled pyramid. Dozens of several foot bulges squeezed out from within as his belly pushed with all its might. And the third rumble bore fruit once again.

“GGggGggG Hhhhh-HHUUUUOOOO!” Misha’s labor pains were rewarded three fold as he grabbed his belly. His shit was moving again! It was moving! It was… NNG it was stretching him even wiiiiiiddeerrrr~!

“UUuggHhhh QQquuuiinn ssh-tooo muushh ggoonna sshpliiiitt~!” Misha cried into his tummy as his asshole was forced even wider apart as his body pushed his load into overdrive. Misha’s cock trembled in need as his shit began to surge all at once. His shit-baby was back on the move!

Down below, in the depths of Pachelle’s substructure. The bloated, burst pipes were slammed into all at once as Misha’s titan turd broke into a dozen vile serpents, dark and rich as clay, yet as hard as tungsten.

Misha’s shit rapidly began slamming into the ground before splitting open like a flower, or a deadly vine pod from a predatory plant monster. Crashing into the floor before shooting off in all directions like a manure-valanche. The golden gas still inside the pipes was shot into the sky as shit surged through the smaller pipes over a hundred miles an hour.

And the whole while, the divine puppet cried and came again and again. His cock trembling as load after load shot out of him and straight into the sky. Misha wasn’t being rewarded by his dump… it was… it was… Oh Irahei’s love it was abusing him in all the right ways!

Crying and cumming so hard he had begun hiccupping. All Misha’s thoughts melded into one. One sinful, crude, crass, vulgar little cry that Quinn would have shrieked with joy if she could have heard it. (My ass, my ass, my ass, my ass, MY ASS, MY ASS, MY ASS MYASSMYASSMYASSMYASS MY ASSSSSS!) Misha’s mind screamed as his log pummeled its way out of him. His shit-brood was furious with its mommy and was letting him know in every way it could. There was no safe word. No stopping it. No slowing down anymore until he was good and empty and all of Pachelle was filled with steaming chunks of divine dump.

Every sharp fold. Every thick bump. Every smooth coil. Every lumpy ridge. Every hard chunk. All of it teased and ravaged his insides and his ass as it punched its way out of him like an angry lover. Kissing and fisting his P-spot with equal measures as Misha writhed in agonizing levels of bliss. His masochism being abused more by his own dump than Quinn had ever done to him in the bedroom as Misha’s right eye curled. His face making a slutty drunken expression as a broken smile spread across his face. Glowing blue tears running down his face as he kissed his tummy again and again when he wasn’t gritting his teeth or panting from the strain of birthing such a monumental fudge-funeral for the Latrepolis.

“HHggGGGG Mmoooaaar mooaar moooaar UUNGGH Ahhhnn~!” Misha whimpered over and over. Mindbroken by his dump as he gave into all his primal urges. Misha subconsciously arched his back. Trying to give into his fevered delusions. His primal needs born of divine constipation.  His dump-lover that had taken over everything in that moment. As if trying to spread his ass and beg for forgiveness. But his shit-brood would not forgive its mommy. Or perhaps this was its way of showing true love~?

SSSSSPPLLUUURRRRCCHHHHH!

Misha tried to roll forwards a bit as he came from the violent ass fucking his own bowel movement was giving him… no, that he was so obediently receiving. His enormous ass jiggled like a truckload of flan as Misha whimpered and spewed golden seed from his throbbing meat pillar. His cock getting sore from being forced to cum so much. But his bowels didn’t care. They kept sending ton after ton of thick brown mass through him, hard lumpy matter slamming against and gently massaging his P-spot over and over again as  Pachelle filled from within.

KKRRA-BAANG!

The first fertility-charged lightning bolt struck half a mile away from Misha as the super charged storm clouds began to expand once again. The clouds almost seemed to quiver… bloated with his seed… before the golden rain began to pour back down in full. As another bolt of lightning hit closer to Misha’s position.

Normally Misha would have screamed in fear and hugged onto Quinn so hard she thought her spine might snap in half… A few times it had… But now? Misha was too engrossed in the filth pumping out his rotund backside. Cum rained down on him and bounced off his ass cheeks.

The ground began to rumble.

“HHUuuUUoo AAaahhhyyyeeee uuugh! UUnng! UU-Sshhmmoooaaaarrr!” Misha rubbed his belly eagerly. That same broken smile on his face as his ass continued violently birthing its wonderful load. He was finally shrinking down. But something no one had expected began to happen.

Pachelle’s insides were full.

Yet Misha kept pooping.

As the golden rain hit and stuck like sloppy seconds onto Misha’s glittering hair and glistening ass globes. Thick, fertile brown began to bubble out from the packed pipes before bursting into the fissures his farts had made earlier.

Then the fissures began to fill.

Manure rose like water in a flash flood.

(PooppIngHHGG Pooopp PoOOOP PoOOOPPIING!) Misha cried orgasmically as he grabbed his belly and kept pushing. His tail back to wagging greedily as his asshole pushed out shit with the force of a small eruption. If a dozen Apostles had been able to lift Misha and aim his titanic quivering ass into the sky. His shit might have shot into the air until it was a twinkle in the eye.

RRRMMMBBBBLLLKKLLKKLKLCCRRCRCBBBLMBLKMKLRRKLRKLRRLKRLKKMMBMMBLKLRR!

Pachelle rumbled again. Time seemed to stop around the Latrepolis for a moment as it quaked with an umber earthquake. Pachelle was about to burst wide open from Misha’s dump!

All across the Latrepolis. Where once gas geysers had burst free. Solid brown walls shot into the air like sprung oil wells. Destroyed toilets were obliterated as the ground burst apart with steaming, hard packed Icon fudge.

Misha kept gritting his teeth and shitting blissfully as all around him, the half destroyed, overgrown buildings were bursting apart with shit. His ass pushing harder and harder to ensure that no matter how much came back out of the ground. More would take its place in the bowels of Pachelle.

The apple tree was over four hundred feet tall and nearly fifty feet thick. Its roots spreading through Pachelle to hold its birthplace together and protect it from its mother’s anal wrath.

Then. A true moment of divine miracles. Right as Pachelle was on the verge of eschaton delivered by Icon Misha, Pachelle began to rise. As though reborn through the power of Irahei and her bountiful bunny boy. The advent of the Latrepolis’ new form, its new power, had arrived.

With the tree roots anchoring it in one piece. Misha’s dump tore Pachelle free from Aerithill, before filling in the holes like chunky chocolate cement. And foot by foot, ten feet by ten feet, ton by ton, coil by coil, grunt by grunt. Pachelle rose into the air as the storm raged above.

The entire forest was in full bloom as flowers never seen before shimmered and grew. Some predatory, some poisonous, some rejuvenating, all beautiful in their own ways and never seen before in Terrathina.

“HHNNGG GGUUUUU UUAHH~! UUUHnn! UUuuuu Uuuoo HHHSSSHHGG!” Misha’s whines and siren-like whimpers poured from his lips as his belly shrank more and more. Pachelle rising all around him as Misha kept pushing and shitting hungrily. Soaked in sweat and cum, Misha was oblivious to the world around him. He just needed to keep pooping!

Misha’s dump commanded another heavenly cum shot out of him, pushing and prodding ruthlessly on his prostate as Misha grit his teeth and obeyed. Desperately. Hungrily. He was nothing but a toy to his own bowels! A sweet, submissive, loving toy that begged for the pain to stop, for gentle love and kisses, and yet hungered for rough slaps and thick paddles and love-twisted cruel words whispered into his ear about how beautiful yet filthy he was.

Misha gave in immediately. The doll couldn’t even dream of disobeying its masters. Whether Quinn or Irahei or his own lumpy, divine mass churning inside him and pumping out his stretched and sore bloated donut. Every foot of shit exiting him weighing as much as a boulder and yet he needed more!

Misha’s cock and balls had shrunk down to nearly normal size as he splurted cum a dozen feet into the air. His belly was as large as a carriage as his log began to shrink along with it. Still, his pressurized belly had several small farms worth of shit left inside as the Icon whimpered and pushed again and again.

With only his ass left at it’s truly titanic size. Misha looked like a gorgeous fertility statute. His small girly chest… no, his tiny needy breasts begged to be pinched and sucked on by Quinn as his ass shook and quaked. Each cheek well over ten feet wide and rippling with divinity as Misha’s thunder thighs trembled. His toes clenching and unclenching over and over as his ass continued pumping Pachelle higher and higher.

The Latrepolis deep within the forests was rising above them now, a sole tree towering above it like the embedded spear of a Chaos Titan. The Apple Tree had changed into something else entirely as fruit of all kinds grew from it and fell to the world below.

And as Misha kept shitting. Pachelle kept rising. Inching higher and higher as Misha’s flow finally, mercifully slowed to a lumbering crawl. His log shrinking from over seven feet wide, to four, to three, to two…

“Hhuuunnggg… Ooohhhh~…” Misha whimpered in bliss and exhaustion as his swollen donut throbbed. His belly was still pregnant sized as Misha suddenly felt matter pushing at his donut. Misha’s eyes widened for a moment. His butt had run out of room!? A small, desperate blip of his sanity crawled to the surface. Even at his most depraved, Misha was too much of a clean freak to have his own shit smear all over him! Misha whimpered and rolled forwards before landing on his face. His belly growling in distress as it was rudely flattened into the ground.  His titanic ass wobbled in the air like two small pale hills, his donut never ceasing in pumping out the thick unbroken coil.

Shooting a dozen feet into the air and making a small brown mound. Misha’s monumental moment ended in a cutesy, almost anticlimactic fashion as Misha panted a few times.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTT~!

A small, post-dump fart sent Misha over the edge as his toes curled. His ass rippling like the sea before he passed out.

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