New Story: Domestic Bliss at the Greenhouse Bean (Persona 5) (Patreon)

Synopsis: Ren Amamiya lives a peaceful life running a dual garden/coffee shop with his wife, Haru...and their other wife, Makoto. Even in peacetimes, however, this trio finds ways to stay entertained!

TW: Farting, scat

Comments:Well, I remembered I had this laying around and decided to save the summer comp for July! This was a bear to edit in terms of just making all the onomatopoeia interesting, but I'm happy to share what I thought was a very fun venture into what a relationship between these three might look like in the future. I believe it also marks my first Persona 5 Patreon story! As usual, check the pinned post for a link to the Drive. I hope everyone enjoys, and thanks again for the support!

Preview: Domestic Bliss at the Greenhouse Bean

After flipping The Greenhouse Bean's sign to 'Closed', Ren Amamiya found his wife in her garden, as he knew he would. Rather, her backside was hard to miss - as was her special odor, which she discharged at an adorably incessant rate. Even from the back entrance to the shop, fresh coffee wafting up to his nose from the tray he held in his hands, the smell of her bubble guts was palpable - as though he'd walked into a sauna storing spoiled broccoli and beef.

He walked around the corner quietly, observing the massive phatty beach balls squeezed into tight acid-washed overalls jiggle and sway as she worked. Ren didn't want to make himself known for the time being - he loved watching Haru work, almost as much as he loved watching her fart. It just so happened he was getting both right now.

"Oh dear, here comes another one..." he heard her sweet voice murmur, sounding abashed with herself for being so darn gassy.

Ren knew such a reaction was a lingering sense of shyness borne of her regal upbringing; it only made her more adorable when she actively made the choice to let 'er rip.

"Hnn~" Haru cooed, arching her back and letting her gigantic rump jut out even more.

ppbbvpbbBBRRRTTpphHT!!

Before he ever saw anything besides her backside, the telltale sound of a classic Haru fart ripped swampily through the air. So thick and gross that one might almost think it a stock grossout sound effect from a cartoon, but all very real when ejected gassily from Haru's uniquely lardy derriere. It almost made Ren wince, it was so crass and punchy.

"Mmn... Hm hm hm..." Haru hummed happily, pleased to have passed her gas, only to immediately whimper in discomfort as she felt the need to cut cheese again. "unnh-"

bbrBRbRbrbRBbgbGBbrbBrbBRRLMMPBHT-brbrrbbl!!

Phew, now that was a swamper. As Ren strode through greenery, some relatively healthy and others practically disintegrating from the fumes, he couldn't help but marvel at the sound of her. The farts Haru farted were worse than any beasts' - an elephant would be mortified to hear such a noise, let alone from a beautiful young woman.

The only other beast capable of matching her wasn't much of a beast at all, unless one was referring to her hand-to-hand combat skills.

"Ooh! 'Scuse me..." Haru groaned, and Ren finally broke through the walls of vegetation and coffee tables to see Haru's main garden, her pride and joy. And a whole lotta Haru, herself - he had to stop and stare at the sheer girth of her rump in those damn overalls.

Haru had always claimed a voluptuous figure, but in the years since they started dating, she'd put on significant pounds, much to her shame. Initially. It had taken a lot of encouragement - and still did - but Haru had mostly given up any plan to shed her plump belly, her thick jiggly thighs, and her massive wobble wagon dumptruck of an ass. Thank God.

Lost in thought, Ren didn't even notice Haru was struggling to suppress another fart until he heard her belly stage a miniature rebellion.

gggrrbbgbgbgbggllLLLGGGGG!!

Haru's eyes crossed, and this time she reached back to spread both humongous buttocks with her dainty hands. A soft sound - shame? Ecstasy? Broke free of her lips, then-

"Oh gosh, HNN~!" Haru whimpered, and tore ass.

BBBRBRBRBRBBRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—

A booty foghorn of epic proportions nearly bowled Ren over, spewing a wide raunchy cone of putrid mustard-colored flatus that rustled plantlife and very swiftly eliminated all but the hardiest of specimens. Pests such as ladybugs or squirrels that nibbled on the pumpkins his wife had recently placed swiftly became acquainted with unconsciousness or worse, in the case of the bugs.

Haru moaned like she was getting that fat ass of hers fucked, something Ren had rather intimate knowledge about - he saw her overalls struggling, rippling as the denim gasped for breath. Ren personified it in his mind, wondering what it had ever done to deserve being attached to such an ungodly flatulent woman's backside.

—OOOOORRRGGGHHBPBPPBBPBPPHHPHHPT!!!

Fuck, that was a ripper.

"Ahhnn~!" Haru cried out, a deep flush to her cheeks - that was a good one, and she knew it - and knew that the neighbors probably heard it. "I-I'm sorry, lovely plants...I-I'm tooty-fruity today..."

She turned to bashfully deliver her apology face-to-leaf, only to see Ren standing there fanning his nose - with a yelp, Haru just about jumped out of her skin, a loud bubbly brap giving him a wonderful feeling of satisfaction. He made no effort to hide the evidence of his desire for her tenting in his sweatpants. He wouldn't make any moves just yet, but he always wanted her to know how she affected him.

"Feeling a bit bloated, Ms. Amamiya?" Ren asked with utmost innocence, stepping forth with his two cups of coffee. "I brought something that might get your stomach moving a bit."

"R-Ren!" Haru squeaked, hand over her heart. "I-I hardly think I need help in that department! ...B-but more importantly, don't startle me like that!"

"Sorry," Ren chuckled. "I just thought you'd like something to keep the cold out." he offered one of the two cups, steam rising gently from the dark fluid.

"It is a bit chilly out here...thank you." Haru graciously accepted, lifting the cup to her hips for a dainty sip. She looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale. "Mm...I detect a hint of hazelnut."

"You detect correctly."

"I like it. Thank you very much, love."

"You're welcome. How're the pumpkins?" Ren asked, looking past his wife and to the plump, orange gourds growing in the garden.

"Wonderfully! They should be ready to harvest this weekend. I'll of course need a pair of strong hands to help lift them all." she said with a smile. "They're such versatile fruits. You can bake them into pies, roast the seeds, carve them into lovely little decorations for the season..."

"...Fruits?" Ren raised an eyebrow "Aren't they vegetables."

"They have seeds, dear." Haru spoke blithely "They're fruits. Vegetables are usually the roots or stems of plants."

"Right, the yucky parts." Ren joked.

"Oh, you sound like such a child," Haru giggled, closing her eyes and spreading a cherubic smile that made Ren's heart flutter. "You don't seem to mind handling them in the kitchen."

"You get used to it when you make as many vegan dishes as I do. Speaking of, how was your lunch?"

"Delicious, as always. The slow cooked beef mixed with broccoli in a curry broth was absolutely--"

BBLbbBLBbLBBuRrRrRRgGhhH-BBbBRRPTHH!!

Haru's went doe eyed as she provided a different kind of 'beefiness', a thick fart that sounded unreal it was just so hefty. To think it came from a beautiful young woman and not a wooly mammoth was absurd, but it was the truth. Haru was just that farty of a woman. They always came in incredibly loud, and often frequent bursts of deep, gulpy tones. A Haru fart was unmistakable.

Ren smirked, wafting his nose "fart-tastic?"

Haru, cheeks rosy, could only giggle along at his pun. "Goofy as ever, aren't you?"

"I've got good material to work with." Ren shrugged.

"Say, do you mind helping me tend to the garden for just a bit longer? Just before it starts to get dark?"

"Of course, dear."

"Good, we can start after I finish my cup of coffee," she said, taking another sip. As she lowered the cup down onto her saucer, she gave her husband a somewhat stern glare. Even when Haru tried to look serious, she still looked so darn cute.

"And when I say 'help' I do mean 'help.' No fooling around, understood?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Ren fluttered his eyelashes at her until she couldn't hold her expression and granted him the giggle he desired. "Actually, wait, that's a lie. I've dreamt of it so many times. Dreamt of you, I mean."