Falin’s Drunken Dryad Dance (Patreon)

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Falin (Dungeon Meshi) Belly Expansion, Burping, and Farting

WORDS: 6000

Separated from her party, Falin finds herself amongst a group of seemingly friendly Dryads. Taking a sample of their special sap, she loses her inhibitions as she guzzles down the delicious, sweet nectar. Thanks to her drunken state, she doesn’t seem to care how the constant drinking is expanding out her belly and giving her a bevy of gassy outbursts.

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            By all accounts, the incident started with a fairly successful venture into the dungeon. Avoiding some of the more dangerous monsters that roamed about the dimly lit corridors, Falin and the rest of her party had managed to reach one of the lower levels. This was in no small part thanks to the cleric’s ability to heal their wounds and easily neutralize whatever undead creatures came their way. Unfortunately, their luck seemed to run out once they reached an area thick with foliage and rife with monstrous creatures eager to make a meal out of them.

            The hoard of giant frogs jumped through the party’s ranks like flashes of orange slime. In the midst of the chaos, Falin was separated from the rest of her group. The blonde-haired human did her best to keep the monsters at bay with swings of her lantern topped staff, but it was more suited for magic rather than direct combat. Her usually closed eyelids were left wide open as a few stray tongue strikes nearly knocked the blue cap off of her head in an effort to slay her. Though her blue cloak managed to take on the brunt of a stray strike, she realized that she wasn’t going to last long by herself.

            “Hang in there!” Falin’s brother, Laois shouted out as he swung his sword through one of the vicious amphibians. “I’ll be right there. Marcille!”

            “I’m working on it!” the blonde-haired elf replied, hurrying to cast the right spell to the turn the tide of battle.

            “Chilchuck?”

            The half-foot was too busy to reply, narrowly avoiding open, slimy maws in-between stabbing with his dagger whenever he thought it was safe.

            Laois’s further attempts to draw attention to his sister were left uncalled thanks to a frog leaping right on top of him. With the rest of the party fighting for their life, the cleric’s only means of surviving was finding a safe spot to retreat Unfortunately, her path brought her to lean her back up against a tree. This realization that she had been cornered came alongside three frogs crowding around to block off any escape. As the slimy creatures readied their tongues to strike, she gave a hard push against the bark to brace herself.

            Falin’s shove ended up slipping her through a hole in the wood that hadn’t been there before. The scream she let out as she tumbled through caught the attention of her allies. She managed to hear Marcille call out her name a few seconds after she descended through the darkened path. While she was no longer under the threat of being eaten by amphibians, whatever awaited her on the 5th floor she was uncertain would be any better.

            The passageway tilted forward just before it spit out the cleric. Her landing was cushioned thanks to a patch of bright, yellow flowers lit by bioluminescent, white mushrooms hanging from the ceiling. Falling amongst the plants and stirring up a puff of pollen, she tried to reorient herself. What she could tell after a few seconds was that she was separated from the rest of her party and in a strange grove she did not recognize. While she wanted to wait there for someone to come rescue her, that plan fell apart once she heard something moving through the surrounding trees and bushes.

            Just as Falin had feared, the first one to find her was a creature with the face of a human woman with golden blonde hair held by a leafy, green circlet. The blank-eyed stare of the Dryad countered any appeal to its nude, curvy body that lacked nipples or any form of genitalia. As the creature strode forward on its green tinted feet, Falin kept an eye on its golden arms. She had heard many a tale of the limbs forming into sharpened spears more than capable of killing someone in a single strike.

            So focused on the monster right in front of her, it took Falin a moment to realize that the Dryad wasn’t alone. From out of the bushes stepped more of the creatures, some with the same female appearance while others carried more masculine features. Regardless of what they looked like, they all approached with their eyes firmly locked on her. Unable to find her missing staff amidst the thick patch of flowers, she tried to ready a spell without it in the hopes of staving off her demise.

            Falin’s fear was replaced with confusion as the monsters got down on their knees before her. A single, female Dryad shifted forward with her hands cupped together. Not sensing any outwardly hostile intentions, the cleric hazarded to lean in closer. What she found in the plant creature’s palms was a small pool of golden liquid. Taking an experimental sniff gave the human a hint of something overly sweet. Realizing that she was staring at a collection of tree sap, she didn’t know how to respond.

            Though the Dryad didn’t speak, a mumbled grunt and a jostle of their hands seemed to indicate that they wanted Falin to drink the nectar. She had heard her brother ponder aloud before about gaining sustenance from the monsters of the dungeon. While she doubted that this was what he meant, that same train of logic was what made her hover her face above the golden puddle. Drained from the encounter above, a hungry growl from her body was enough to get her to dip her head down and take a sip.

            Falin let out a pleased hum as she partook of the sap. Matching its sweet scent, the golden nectar came with an unparalleled flavor greater than any cake or pastry she had tried before. Grasping the Dryad’s wrists, she continued to drink to satisfy this new hunger. It was only after she found her tongue gliding across the plant creature’s palms did she realize that she had swallowed up the entire batch.

            “Oh, excuse UUUURPPP me,” Falin replied, feeling a little embarrassed for the outburst, even if it was amongst monsters.

            The reaction left the Dryads to shiver for a moment. Their usually blank expressions shifted into ones that showed off joyful smiles. Before Falin could suspect anything was afoul, the creatures got to their feet. As the plant people took their leave, Falin was left to wonder what was going on. By the time her train of thought was interrupted by another, small burp, she heard a slight rumble as the creatures made their return.

            The same Dryad from before came to Falin with a clay jug in its hands. Looking into the container, she found a much larger volume of sap. The same aroma as before wafted up powerful enough to nearly knock her off her feet. Glancing to the side, she saw that the other plant creatures were carrying similar containers; each eagerly holding it out towards her like an offering to a deity.

            “Is this all for me?” Falin asked, receiving a nod in reply. “Thank you so much,” she said, graciously accepting the jug and bringing it to her lips.

            Now aware of the sweet taste that awaited her, Falin showed little hesitation in taking a big gulp. Her eagerness was rewarded with more of the nectar’s delectable flavor, along with a pleased hum from her gracious hosts. Continuing to take in one helping after another, it felt as if the world around her was disappearing. All that she could focus on was further indulging herself on the liquid feast.

            Falin’s trance-like state became disrupted by a small UUURRPP rolling up her throat. The sudden belch made her drop the empty jar onto the ground. While the container managed to hold together as it tumbled through the flowers, a few stray drops of leftover sap managed to fly out. These tiny globs managed to fling themselves onto her body and bring her attention to an unnoticed side effect of her indulgence.

            The formerly baggy white robes that Falin wore had become taut around her mid-section. Pulling the fabric back created an outline of her bulged out belly’s newfound girth. Grasping at the orb proved that it was her own flesh. Giving it a few shakes also created a slight sloshing noise that made it clear what the obvious culprit of the growth was.

            Glancing back over to the spilled jar, Falin couldn’t really tell how much of the nectar she had drunk. Watching a few of golden globs seep out into the grass below, she had to guess that she had emptied most of the container. The notion that she had so greedily filled her belly, on top of dropping her hosts’ possessions and belching in their faces brought a red sheen to her cheeks.

            “I am so sorry,” Falin said, waving her hands as she apologized. “I didn’t mean to make a UUURRPP mess.”

            There was no sign of disdain on the Dryads faces. If anything, the display seemed to brighten their expressions. As the human pondered if she was perhaps partaking in one of their strange habits, the plant people brought forth another collection of jars.

            “Oh, I couldn’t drink another sip after that,” Falin replied. “I’m already pretty full,” she added, giving her potbelly a small pat. “Besides, the rest of my party must be worried sick about me. I should really get going before they-BWOOOOORRRPP!”

            Recovering from another burp that made her stumble on her feet, Falin found herself surrounded by the Dryad’s nectar pots and smiling faces. Despite what she had just said, a single whiff of the sweet liquid made a hungry growl emanating from her stomach. A lingering craving for sweetness on her tongue worked alongside a hungry growl from her belly to convince her that just a few more bites couldn’t hurt.

            Falin surrendered to taking one of the pots from the Dryads and putting it to her lips. Her plan had been to merely take a few sips in order to satisfy the plant people and be on her way. However, her focus on trying to control her drinking left her unaware of one of the Dryads gently pushing against the bottom of the container to increase the flow. Forced to either drink up the torrent or choke on it, Falin gave into her developing obsession and allowed the golden nectar to pour down her throat.

            Aided by her unseen assistant, Falin was able to take on the entirety of the pot. Guzzling down the last few drops, she could feel her stomach gurgle with the results of her indulgence. This time, she managed to hold back the pressure long enough for her to safely hand the jar back over to the Dryad. Holding up her sleeve to her face, she managed to cover up the resulting burp. It was a sense of elation at the pleasant aroma that wafted into her nostrils that made her miss the sensation of bubbles moving further down her digestive tract.

            The hem of Falin’s robes fluttered as a small PHHHRRRTTTT managed to slip out of her rear. The usually reserved woman’s pale cheeks took on a red sheen as she realized what she had just done. Moving her sleeve away from her face, she tried to look apologetic as she waved away the errant gas cloud.

            Before Falin could try to excuse herself, she was halted by another ripping sound echoing through the area. Rather than another fart, the noise had been created by the front of her robes coming apart at the seams. Tilting her head down, she spotted the small hole that her belly was poking out of. Seeing the extra layer of heft that had been added on since her latest helping, she began to understand a little more of what was going on. That’s what also made her so wary when she looked up to see more nectar being offered to her.

            “Thank you for UUUURRPPP meal,” Falin belched, trying and failing to slip past the plant people. “But I really must be HIC going.”

           The Dryads kept up their smiling grins as they blocked the cleric’s path. Each way she turned she was met with another smile plant creature offering up another container of sap. Though a few Dryads managed to put jars to her lips, she kept her lips clenched as tight as a beartrap to keep any other drops from falling in. Her plan lasted until an unfortunately timed BWOOOORRPPP forced her mouth open.

           Seizing the opportunity, one of the plant creatures poured a deluge of nectar down Falin’s throat. The constant buzzing in her head and the sweet taste on her tongue wasn’t enough to fully subdue her. Upon emptying out another pot and having her belly double in size, she tried to break free of the Dryad’s grasp. She only managed to take a few steps before two more of the plant monsters ran up to grab her arms. Locked in place, she could only glance over at the grinning faces as another helping of nectar was forced upon her.

           As the sweet liquid poured into Falin, her belly managed to fully break through her robes. Unburdened by the fabric, the swollen sphere was able to lunge forward to sink between and sink between her legs. The fleshy orb as large as her head made it seem as if the cleric was heavy with children. Adding to her pregnant appearance was the popped-out belly button that glistened in the glow of the mushrooms thanks to the droplets of sap that leaked from the pot and down Falin’s chest.

            The next jar that the human drank made her leg wobbling even worse. While part of this was from the burden of having to keep aloft her bloated belly, there was also the strange, fluffy feeling that affected her thoughts. This sensation slowly did away with any restraints she had left in her body. Another BWOOOOORRRPP from her lips opened the way for her next helping of the sweet nectar. This was followed up by a BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP from her rear that sloshed around the bubbles and sap in her belly. Under the duress of the drinks and pressure, there was little Falin could do as her strength finally gave out.

            Just before Falin could fully collapse, the Dryads were quick to rush to her aide. Treating her like an expectant mother, they gently lowered her down into a soft bed of flowers. Far too groggy to put up even a semblance of resistance, she didn’t even try to move as her captors released her from their grasp. Nor did she try to fight back once they came over to make her more comfortable.

            Falin’s tattered and stained clothes were slipped off easily by the Dryads. As her breasts were fully exposed, her only response was another UUUURRRP that jostled the pair about. The lower half of her body was the next to be freed, with her panties being taken away moments before another fart came rumbling out. With the removal of her hat, she became just as nude as her hosts; save for the specks of nectar that had been scattered across her body over the course of the continued force feeding.

           Through Falin’s blurry vision and even hazier thoughts, she began to develop a strange sense that she had gained a form of kinship with the Dryads. Looking between their bare flesh and similar hair color, she started to question why she had felt so anxious. After all, they were so kind to her. Giving her such a delicious feast and treating her like their own. And after all that, she wanted to so rudely leave. Rather than let herself wallow in this imagined guilt, she decided to properly show her appreciation for the hospitality.

           Clinging to a semblance of clarity, Falin’s first thought was to try and apologize to the Dryads. This theory faltered as they plant creatures gathered around to take turns massaging her belly. If the constant sloshing noise wasn’t enough to stop Falin’s words, the resulting deluge of gas drowned out any lingering speech. Without any hint of being able to hold herself back, the cleric let her burps and farts come out unhindered. The hint of earthiness with each release mixed in with the mental fog that had taken over her thoughts.

           Without realizing it, her body began to sway on its own. Each poke and prod from the Dryads felt almost as good as the lingering sweetness on her taste buds. Guided by the sense of elation taking over her mind, she began to move in unison with them. No longer with confusion, fear, or guilt, her face was able to form into a genuine smile of drunken joy. She was there to enjoy herself. Anything else could wait until after she’d had her fill of the delicious nectar.

           The next jar only had to pass by Falin’s visions before she took the initiative. Moving against her bloated gut’s size, she lunged forward to grab the container of nectar for herself. Hoisting the rim up to her lips, she glugged down the sap with a gluttonous fervor. Though a good portion managed to seep past her lips to splatter onto the flowers and her own flesh, the rate at which the sweet liquid poured into her throat more than made up for it.

           Licking out the last few drips clinging to the top of the jar, Falin released it from her grasp and let it gently roll off of her bloated belly. As her fingers set to work wiping up the droplets scattered across her body, she kept herself entertained by giving small squeezes to her overstuffed gut. Now holding onto a belly that looked as if she had swallowed two pillows, she gave it a thorough shake to revel in its sloshing noise.

           Falin’s attempt to lick her fingers clean came to a jarring halt as a OOOOUUUUURRRRPPP rolled up her throat. As the belch petered off, it was replaced with a series of giggles. Entertained by her own bubbles, she shook around her gut to make the sound again. What she got instead was a PHHHHHJRRRRRTTT from her rear that threw her into a fit of laughter.

           “So big and HIC gassy,” Falin hiccupped, her slurred speech an indicator of her inebriated state. “Can I have more of that tasty BWOOOOORRRRRPPP juice?”

           Elated to meet their guest’s desires, the Dryads gathered around with their jars at the ready. More than willing to take in the sweet treats, Falin leaned herself back to allow the plant people to pour directly into her mouth. Glugging away one gallon after another, she used her free hands to massage her still engorging gut. Stopping only to let a burp escape or lips or to giggle at farts squeaking out of her rear, her pace was faster than ever. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy her addiction.

            “You’re going too OOOUUUURRRP slow,” Falin whined as another jar was carried over to her. “Let me HIC help.”

            Falin’s attempt to grab the jar for herself ended with her falling forward on top of her gut The small tumble caused a much larger problem as she tumbled into the Dryad delivering her meal. Unable to keep its grasp on the container, the feminine plant person fell to the ground as the nectar spilled onto its body. Left tilting its head as it looked over the spread of sap across its body, it started to get up only to be stopped by Falin grabbing onto its legs.

            “I’m sorry,” Falin said without any hint of real guilt in her eyes. “Here, let me clean that BWOOOORRRRP up.”

            The drunken cleric’s assistance came in the form of dragging her tongue along the Dryad’s flesh. Even if the plant creature could hoist the woman and her sloshing belly off of her, it didn’t have any reason to move. It only let out giggles to go along with Falin’s own as they both enjoyed the moment of strange intimacy. Thankfully for the nectar addicted woman, her act didn’t go ignored.

            Whenever Falin looked close to finishing her task, another Dryad would come along to more sap on top of both her and her living dinner platter. Not a single inch was left untouched; with no sign of modesty to get in the way of her hunger. Diving in and around the plant creature’s armpits, she didn’t think twice about sliding her mouth across the pair of breasts. The act of diving between her partner’s legs to catch a waterfall of sap would have been more intimate if the plant creature had any genitalia to speak of. Instead, the monster merely allowed its guest to continue licking to satisfy her hunger.

            Pushing her bloated stomach down on-top of the Dryad’s flat mid-section to lap up a few lingering drops, Falin gave a powerful push to her disturbed digestive tract. The result was a thunderous BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP erupting from her backside to bathe the area in her gas. Through the minute-long fart, she let out a stream of laughs and burps as she reveled in her strange state. Just as the stream of gas ended, she was sure to make another press of her sloshing, overstuffed gut into the Dryad to let out another PHHHHRRRRRTTTT to continue her merriment.

            “Uh oh,” Falin said as her last fart came out with little more than a squeak. “I’m running HIC low. Can I get some more tasty UUUURRRRPPP nectar?”

            Falin’s question was met with curious head tilts from the surrounding plant creatures. Though a few of them still had jars in their hands, each of them had been completely emptied out. Looking amongst one another, the Dryads tried to silently decide on how much nectar they would need to satisfy their guest’s needs. This wasn’t their first encounter “entertaining” an adventurer, but it was the only time they had gone through so much sap at once.

           “What’s the UUUUURRRP matter?” Falin asked, awkwardly using the licked-clean Dryad’s body to stand up on her wobbling legs. “I couldn’t have eaten all of HIC it,” she insisted, as she shook around her heavy belly. “You must have some UUUURRPP more.”

           Falin’s expectant face was only met with curious gazes. While the Dryad’s remained as silent as ever, their eyes seemed to indicate that they wanted something. Seeing the way they looked between her and the collection of flowers scattered with droplets of sap, Falin tried to figure out what they might be searching for.

           “Oh!” she announced, putting a finger to her lips as her inebriated mind gave her an answer. “You want something in return. Well, I don’t have much on BWOOOOOOORRRRPP me. Maybe I can give you something else? Like a HIC show.”

           Unwilling to wait long enough to hear a response, Falin decided to let the whims of her drunken state take the reins. Tapping her foot on the ground, she began to hum a tune she had heard in countless taverns and inns. The melody was interrupted by the odd hiccup and belch, but still provided enough of a rhythm for her to perform.

           Shifting her feet back and forth, the inebriated woman began to dance to her own tune. Her movements were slow but were made all the more impressive by the sight of her effortlessly swinging around her sloshing gut. The taut, bloated belly was the size of a beer keg, but it appeared like it weighed almost nothing at all. Whether it was through her own natural strength or another side effect of the sap, the sensation of so easily moving around the overstuffed sphere provided more than enough self-encouragement.

           The silently watching Dryads shuddered as Falin proceeded to increase her speed. Moving in ways thought impossible for a woman her size, the human punctuated every few steps with a squeaky PHHHHRRRRRRTTT from her rear. The impressiveness of the performance was of secondary concern for them. If anything, the wild dance would make it difficult to capture her without being bowled over by the enormous, nectar-filled sphere. Eager to add such a well-stuffed victim to their flower bed to propagate their growth, they decided to give her exactly what she wanted.

           Falin’s dance slowed as she was enveloped by a familiar aroma. Just as she had hoped, one of the plant creatures had managed to bring over another jar full of sap. With her grateful smile interrupted with a BWOOOORRRPP, she carefully shuffled over in order to get another helping of the delicious nectar.

           Moments before the human could be given another helping to allow the Dryad’s to spring their trap, a bolt of magic energy came careening into the room. Letting the jar fall into Falin’s palms, the plant creatures began to run moments before another barrage of magic came in. Ignorant of the danger presented by the spells being flung into the chamber, she shrugged and brought the jar to her lips. Over the sound of a few stray Dryad’s crying out in pain from getting struck, she took large gulps to satisfy her obsession.

           A quake from a sphere of magic crashing into the flower bed behind Falin forced her to fall back onto her butt. Only momentarily inconvenienced by her tumble, she licked up the few stray drops that managed to spill onto her hands before continuing. As she attempted to use the heft of her gut to hoist the pot higher to receive more nectar, she heard a pair of sandals stepping through the grass.

           Pulling away the jar, Falin tilted her head as she tried to recognize who the woman was. The blue robes were familiar, as was the pair of long ears that identified the person as an elf. Looking below the head of golden blonde hair to see a set of concerned green eyes. Tilting her head back and forth, the realization of who her rescuer was brought a smile to Falin’s face.

           “Hey BWOOOOOOOOORRPPP Marcille,” Falin said with a lazy wave of her hand. “Goot to HIC see you.”

           “Falin, what happened here?” Marcille asked, scanning the room for any lingering monsters. “How did you get so big?”

           “You mean my UUURRRPP tummy?” Falin replied, giving the bloated sphere a gentle pat to make a PHHHRRRTTT spurt out. “My plant HIC friends gave me delicious nectar. We were having a OOOURRRRP party before you showed up.”

           “That would explain the strange disappearances,” Marcille commented, recalling stories she had heard in passing from other parties. “There must be something in that sap that makes you perfect vessels for them. Come on,” she said, running over to grab Falin’s hand, “I’ll get you back to the rest of the party. Once we get back to the surface,” she said, struggling against the weight and stickiness of her companion to get Falin back to her feet, “they can figure out how to fix you.”

           “HIC fix?” Falin asked. “What’s there to fix? I feel better than UUUUUUURRRPP ever.”

           “You’re clearly drunk,” Marcille said, taking note of the red flush hidden beneath the layer of stickiness on Falin’s cheeks. “Whatever is in that nectar has really messed up your brain.”

           “No,” Falin said, stopping Marcille’s tugging with a brunt BRRRAAAAAAAPPP from her rear. “This stuff is really HIC good. You just need to try it.”

           “Absolutely not. I’m dragging you out of here for a much needed bath and then tossing you into a bed to sleep off this-“

           Marcille’s open mouth provided an ample opportunity for Falin to shove a sap-soaked hand inside. Though the elf tried to resist, more than a few droplets managed to seep onto her tongue. As if it were an automatic reaction, she began to suck clean the fingers and palm of the stick substance. By the time Falin began to move her hand away, the elf as a little shakier on her feet.

           “What was UUURRP that?” Marcille belched, horrified by the rude outburst.

           “Tasty, HIC right?” Falin said, picking herself up off the floor after licking the rim of the jar clean. “It’s a OOUURRRPP shame that it’s all gone though.”

           Falin was proven wrong by an aroma drifting out from a path lined by thick foliage. While Marcille was still dealing with the lingering sweetness on her lips, the belly-heavy human began to shuffle towards the source of the fragrance. Falin managed to get a few steps ahead before her companion came running up to try and stop her.

           “Come on!” Marcille called out, trying to shout some sense into Falin. “We need to go the other way. The rest of the party are looking for you.”

           “They can find me HIC later,” Falin replied, keeping her friend from dragging her away through a combination of swings of her sloshing gut and a deluge of farts sputtering out. “I need more UUUUURRPP nectar for my hungry belly.”

            Falin’s perseverance led her to another grove similar to the one she landed in. While this one was lacking flowers grown from fallen adventurers, it had something better. Following a trail of hastily abandoned jars, she spotted a pond in the center. Looking over the edge, she saw that instead of water, there awaited her countless gallons of sweet nectar.

            “Falin,” Marcille said as she ran up to grab her friend by her arms. “Don’t do this. You’re obviously impaired. Just come back with me and we can-“

            A loud and powerful PHHHHRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT made the elf loosen her grip. Rather than let her companion back away, Falin grabbed her by the sides to keep them close together. Using the weight of her belly as momentum, the human teetered forward to bring both her and Marcille splashing down into the sap.

            Rising to the surface after getting a gulp of nectar, Falin realized that the pond was no more than a few feet deep. The sticky substance covering every inch of her body would make it difficult, but not impossible for her to move. However, she wasn’t in any hurry to escape. Leaning her back up against the side of the pond, she let herself relax in the form of a thunderous BRRRAAAAAAAAPPP being pushed out into the nectar.

            The bubbles created by Falin’s fart were disrupted as Marcille managed to stick her head out from the pond. Swimming over to the edge, she desperately tried to spit out the tainted sap that had encased her form. Her best efforts resulted in another series of burps born from the liquid that had poured down her throat. In the midst of wincing at the sound of her own gas billowing up to the surface with a rippling PHHHHHRRRRRTTT, she was stopped by a hand grabbing at her clothes.

            “Silly HIC Marcille,” Falin said as she proceeded to take off the robes. “You can’t be in UUUURRRRPPP here with your outfit on. I don’t see a HIC swimsuit. Guess you’ll have to go BWOOORRRRPP naked!”

            “Falin, this is OOOUUURRRP serious,” Marcille said, swimming away just as her outer coat was taken off and tossed onto the grass. “My head feels fuzzy. I-I don’t want to be left as a drunk, nude-“

            Marcille became silenced as Falin rushed up to lock their lips together. While initially surprised by the sudden kiss, the true purpose of the act was to share with the elf more of the nectar. Blinded through a combination of the pleasantness of sweetness and intimacy, the last few mental restraints the elf had began to waiver. As the kiss was forced apart by a belch from her own lips, Marcille put on a similarly wide, care-free smile.

            “This stuff is sooooooo URRRRRRPP good,” Marcille belched without a hint of her former shame. “Can I have HIC more?”

            Falin let out a giggle as more bubbles rose up from around her backside. “You can drink as much as you BWOOOOOORRPPPP want. After we take these off of course,” she continued, helping the elf rid herself of the rest of her clothes to allow them to freely relax and enjoy their uninhibited selves.

            Enabling each other’s addiction to the nectar, the pair of women did their part to take gulps of their swimming area. The gas bubbles created by their worsening digestion didn’t bother them at all. If anything, the foam that tickled across their skin made them even gigglier as their hazy thoughts were free to push them to more indulgence. Though at first Falin held the lead for drinking herself silly on the nectar, Marcille’s own conviction to stuff herself didn’t take long to show.

            Leaning against the side of the pond to catch her breath, Falin turned her head to the side to let out another BWOOOOORRRP and check on her elf companion. What she witnessed was Marcille leaning up against the opposite side of the nectar pool, helping herself to handful of the golden liquid. From the surface poked out a sizable belly almost as large as Falin’s own, barrel-like gut. Spurred by curiosity, she paddled her way through the sap to give the bloated sphere a light tap.

            “BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP,” Marcille belched, allowing a brunt PHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT to take over to deal with the shaken up bubbles inside. “How was HIC that?”

            “Hehehe, pretty HIC good,” Falin said, swimming up alongside the elf to lean their heads together. Giving her own belly a few shakes, she returned with her own OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP. “Mine’s HIC bigger though.”

            “HIC yeah, it is,” Marcille replied, her drunken stupor having long pushed out any lingering worries about their conditions. “But it feels like I’m UUUUUUURRRPPP forgetting something.”

            “Oh! What about the others?” Falin asked. “They’ll probably want some BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPP too.”

            “Eh, they’ll be HIC fine,” Marcille replied as she helped herself to another mouthful of nectar. “I’m sure they’ll find us eventually.”

            “BWOOOOOORRPPP yeah,” Falin added, adding more bubbles to their swimming session with another BRRRRAAAAAAAAP. “Then they can also have big HIC bellies full of tasty UUUURRPP nectar. It’ll be great.”