A Maid's Release

“Oh dear.. What am I going to do about this..?”

Nolana groaned inwardly, taking a moment to lean against a nearby wall and let out a long sigh. The tall young woman was clad in a formal-looking black and white dress, the garbs designating her as one of Lady Magnolia’s personal maids. Her mid-length brown hair was in a tight ponytail, and behind her pair of frameless glasses were a set of gold-hued eyes; currently contorted to a wince.

The maid let out another light moan. Lady Magnolia was waiting on her tea at the moment, and she knew perfectly well what troubles would come her way should she take too long to deliver it. But as she stood leaning against the wall, awkwardly balancing the tea tray in one hand as her other arm wrapped around her belly, another “trouble” was forcing its way to the forefront of her mind.

Groaaaaaannnn

“Oh..”

Nolana was constipated. Horrendously so, in fact, despite all of her efforts she hadn’t managed to go to the bathroom in over a month. Her normally slim figure was now hampered by an immense bloating around her midsection; a potbelly large enough that one could potentially mistake it for the middle-later stages of pregnancy. She was struggling more and more as of late to hide the development from both the mansion’s staff and Lady Magnolia herself, what with her clothing fitting her worse and worse as time marched on, and she could only hope that anyone who took notice would just assume she’d been putting on weight and nothing more… Though she suspected that the head chef might have an inkling of the true cause, given her frequent eyeballing of her gut when it was time for meals and the worried look that accompanied it.

Currently, her belly was throwing a bit of a fit over its current circumstances. Cramping and groaning pitifully, the overstretched orb shifted a little beneath her dress as it struggled in vain to the heavy mass within along. Despite its best efforts, the endeavor seemed fruitless. Of course, Nolana had taken time whenever she found it available to scurry off to the bathroom and attempt to get her guts into gear. But no matter how hard she strained, it never seemed to make a difference. And to make matters worse, Lady Magnolia seemed to have developed an unfortunate habit of needing for her just when she’d gotten to the restroom, thus never leaving her much time at all to try.

Mind shifting back to the Lady of the mansion, Nolana remembered the tea and managed to divert her mind away from her aching, overstuffed belly and back to her original goal. Removing her hand from her gut, she continued back down the hall, trying to block out and ignore the faint moans coming from deep within her overworked intestines.

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Before long, she arrived at Lady Magnolia’s private quarters, pausing for only a moment to wince as a cramp overtook her belly before giving a soft knock at her door.

“Ma’am? Your tea is ready.”

There was a moment’s pause before the response came from within.

“Come in, Nolana.”

She did as instructed, entering the Lady’s quarters and then shutting the door behind her.

“What took you so long, hm?” She asked, looking the maid over knowingly. The Lady was petite, with long, raven-black hair plaited into a neat braid accentuated by a golden hairclip. She was wearing a rather elegant red evening gown--in spite of there not being any type of formal occasion today, Nolana did always wonder why she bothered--which complimented her deep tawny-brown skin nicely. Dark brown eyes observed her carefully, flitting down to her engorged gut, but only for a moment before meeting her eyes once again.

“Did you get lost?” She asked humorously.

Nolana struggled to come up with an excuse, eventually failing entirely and simply bowing her head instead.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not.” She responded.

She handed Lady Magnolia her tea, stepping back and standing idly by as she drank. It went by almost painfully slow, her gut aching something fierce and her mind further being occupied by a desire to be alone so that she could try and soothe it. Part of her mind wondered if the Lady was going slowly on purpose, but she quickly ushered that thought away in favor of trying to steeling her resolve.

Mercifully, Lady Magnolia eventually finished her tea, placing it back on the saucer and nodding for Nolana to take it, which she did readily.

“You’re dismissed, Nolana.” She said simply, not even looking at the girl.

“Yes, ma’am.” She gave a short bow, stopping for a split second as her gut gave an embarrassingly loud mooAAANN and cramped up, neither appreciating the jostling nor being ignored for so long. Thankfully, as she glanced up it seemed that Lady Magnolia hadn’t noticed.. Or perhaps she had deigned to ignore it? Regardless, she wasn’t about to press her luck any further, and wasted no time scurrying out of the chambers.

The Lady herself waited for only a moment, listening in silence to the sound of her maid’s footsteps tip-tapping off down the hall. After they faded away, she rose to her feet, smiling to herself. She had someone to meet.

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“Y-you wanted to see me, m-ma’am?” The head chef stuttered out, looking over at the Lady of the mansion worriedly. A bit short and chubby, the young woman gazed about the gardens nervously, green eyes flitting about as she prayed that she wasn’t in trouble.

“Yes, Anastasia, it’s about Nolana.”

“I-” The chef gulped, reaching up with one hand to fiddle with her blonde bun anxiously. “I’ve been p-putting.. It.. In her food every meal, j-just like you asked.” Anastasia reported. “A-and I think it’s been working! Her s-stomach has been getting bi-bigger by the day, a-and I’ve seen her grabbing at it in pain when she doesn’t th-think anyone’s looking. S-so-”

“That’s perfectly fine.” Magnolia cut her off, smiling impishly. “I wanted to switch something up though, you see? No more constipating agents. Instead, tonight at dinner I want you to spike her meal with this.” She held out a small vial filled with greenish liquid for the chef to take, which she did with no small amount of hesitance.

“Wh-” Anastasia started. “What is it? What w-will it do?”

The impish look on Magnolia’s face only intensified at that. “Now, don’t you think my dear maid is a bit at her limit? She’s been through so much… So this is just going to help things along a little, you see?”

The chef blanched, nodding meekly.

“Good. Be sure that it’s done~” And with that, the Lady of the mansion sauntered off, smile stuck on her face as she thought ahead to later tonight.

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Nolana huffed silently to herself, rubbing her bulbous orb of a gut from underneath the table as she held off a wince. Dinner had become quite the arduous ordeal since she’d stopped being able to relieve herself. No matter how bad the bloating and pain got, though, she still found herself hungry, and so she wasn’t able to stop herself from continuing to eat, despite knowing full well that every bite would just add to the impacted mess in her bowels.

Dinner had tasted a bit odd today, she thought idly as she stood up from her seat to begin helping with dishes, though she didn’t think much of it. More odd was the head chef absolutely refusing to meet her eye the entirely of dinner. “She must have figured it out, then, damn it all.” She thought in embarrassment. Hopefully she wouldn’t tell anyone else.

As she was about to enter the kitchen, Lady Magnolia poked her head into the dining room and called out.

“Oh, Nolana? I wish to have a bath, so once you’re done with that, come to my quarters to help me out.”

The maid wasn’t even able to get out a “Yes, ma’am” before the Lady of the mansion had ducked back out of the room. Not thinking much of it, Nolana hurried to finish assisting with the dishes before making her way to the Lady’s quarters once again that day.

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It wasn’t until Nolana was standing directly outside of Lady Magnolia’s door when something unexpected happened. A very large, very startling something.

GrooOAAARGGuurRRGLE

BRAPT

The maid inhaled sharply, keeling over in half as her gut came to life, gurgling and groaning angrily. The resulting cramping out a sharp, powerful fart that she hadn’t even noticed among the bloating until it was already out.

“Wh-what’s-”

GrrRRRggGglllRRRRRGGOOAAR

“Ohhhh…”

Another roaring gurgle resonated out from her belly, which was beginning to flex of its own accord as it cramped erratically. She felt gas inflating her rectum, but before she could even think of letting it out…

“Nolana, is that you? Come in already, I thought I’d been clear you weren’t to keep me waiting.”

Nolana cursed inwardly. Whatever was going on with her stomach, it clearly wasn’t planning on waiting until later to be dealt with. But at the same time, neither was Lady Magnolia. She took a second to weigh her options before, with a growing feeling of dread, stepping into her Lady’s quarters.

She was waiting for her, wearing a silken bathrobe and lounging about in a chair. “There you are. Now go on, draw me a bath.” She ordered. Nolana nodded meekly in turn, teeth clenched as she prayed she couldn’t hear the faint, frustrated noises her gut was making as it demanded release that she wasn’t willing to give it. Waddling awkwardly over to the tub with her cheeks clenched, she began to fill it as she was instructed.

Magnolia watched her from the corner of her eye the whole time, a small smile etched onto her features as she did so. Waiting for a moment as the tub filled, she eventually stood up and dropped her robe, her nude form slipping into the steamy tub as she let out a sigh of contentment.

“There’s really no better way to relax than with a nice bath, hm?” She cooed, lifting a foot a bit into the air before dipping it back down into the water gracefully.

“Y-yes ma’am.” Nolana, for her part, was the furthest thing from relaxed at the moment. Her gut’s wounded moaning was only getting louder by the second, and she was certain it was only a matter of time before Lady Magnolia picked up on it. Even if that didn’t give her away, she thought, the mounting pressure from the gas within would need to be relieved sooner than later, and she couldn’t even bear to think of what the consequences for that would be.

“Nolana? I don’t feel much like washing my hair, do it for me.” Magnolia ordered suddenly. The maid dreaded getting any closer to her, lest the unseemly noises emanating from within give her away, but once again she realized that she didn’t have a choice.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” She repeated, making her way over and getting to work washing Magnolia’s long, charcoal-colored locks. Her stomach made a whole array of dissatisfied sounds at her kneeling and leaning to help with the shampooing, and she could only wonder how on earth the Lady hadn’t noticed anything yet. Still, she was starting to think that perhaps she could make it through this. As she stood up to dump a pitcher of water over the Lady’s hair to rinse it out, she silently reminded herself that it was almost over..

But that wouldn’t be soon enough.

GWOOAAAAAAAARRGG

“Nng!”

BRRRRRFFFPPPP

Nolana yelped through grit teeth as her gut positively roared, an immense cramp tearing through her intestines, forcing out some of the gas she’d been trying so hard to hold in. To her sheer horror, she felt something heavy shift within her as the cramp took hold. Soon she wouldn’t have to worry just about gas seepage though, it seemed, as now the heavy, month-old mass within her had finally been dislodged, and was now inching slowly, painfully towards an exit.

Not that it mattered, she thought, face turning red, she was a dead woman after that display. She couldn’t even look down at the Lady of the mansion, awaiting her outburst that was sure to come at any moment…

“Did you say something, Nolana?”

Her eyes shot open in surprise, and it wasn’t until her gaze fell upon the empty pitcher in her hands that he realized what had saved her.

Of course! The running water of her rinsing her hair must have blocked out the noise! She silently thanked god for the luck, shaking her head.

“No, ma’am.”

Ggggrrrgggg…

Well, perhaps she shouldn’t feel too lucky yet, she thought. Her belly was still alive with activity, and now she could feel her time cut even shorter. It jostled about under her dress violently, the movement of the month-old scat within apparently giving her bowels a second wind as they fought more fervently for release than she’d thought was even possible.

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Magnolia simply nodded, motioning for her to go back to standing where he had before, which she did without hesitation. As she lounged about, she watched the girl carefully from the corner of her eye, barely able to hide the smile from her face. Her maid was clearly in a great deal of discomfort, what with the sweat beginning to form on her brow. Even from across the room, she could hear the gurgling and groaning coming from within, see her overfull belly shaking and flexing all on its own. The elixir she’d concocted was working to perfection, and the effects were even more violent than she’d expected. She was almost certain that, even in spite of the distance, she could make out the orb of a gut slowly getting larger, the bloating agents stretching the already crammed-full intestines even further than before.

Still, as much as she enjoyed watching her obvious pain, it was clear as day that the girl was at her absolute limit. Despite wanting to keep this going a little longer, she knew well that if she did so, she’d likely make a mess all over her bathroom floor.. Or perhaps she’d literally bust a gut; she was showing some surprising endurance in holding it in, after all. Eventually relenting, she spoke up once more.

“Nolana, I wish to be alone now for the moment. You’re dismissed.”

The maid’s relief was obvious. So obvious, in fact, that a small quack of a fart slipped out, causing the girl to cringe and turn beet red. “Y-yes m-m-ma’am.” She stammered, bowing her head and quickly making her way out, wrapping one arm around her upset gut as she did so. Magnolia watched her go, smiling devilishly all the while.

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“NNH!”

BLORT!

BLRRRRT!

BRAP!

As soon as she stepped outside her room, Nolana couldn’t stop herself. Leaning against the wall and pressing one hand to her trembling gut, she out a trio of long-overdue farts, none of which seemed to make an impact on the tremulous storm brewing within. Thankfully, nobody was present in the hall to hear it.

“T-toilet!” She gasped, hurrying down the hall as fast as she could manage without unclenching her ass cheeks, one hand pressed over them to try and keep any solid material from escaping. Despite how hard she was clenching, she couldn’t even try to stop smaller smatterings of gas from escaping; each contracting cramp forcing more and more out as her bowels desperately tried to shove the impossibly large mass of shit closer and closer to freedom.

She staggered into one of the smaller “public” restrooms, meant primarily for when Lady Magnolia hosted parties and guests needed somewhere to relieve themselves, but the mansion’s staff were also permitted to use it on days where there were no events. There were two stalls, but thankfully it seemed that nobody else was in at the moment. Were she not in such an urgent situation, Nolana would’ve felt relieved; she didn’t want anyone around for what she was about to do.

FRRT

BLAPT

BLOOOORT

Farting uncontrollably, she muttered frantically to herself as she lowered her tights, bloated belly flopping out freely as soon as she lifted her dress. It had gotten worse than it had been even just this morning, now easily looking like that of a woman in her ninth month of pregnancy. Slamming down onto the toilet seat, Nolana wrapped her arms around the gut as it shook about like it were alive, roaring and gurgling so loudly that she was certain people outside of the room would be able to hear it. The pressure mounted. It was coming. She grit her teeth, grunting hard..

FFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTBBBLRRRRRR-

Crkle

A positively massive fart burst from her ass, going on for nearly ten seconds before stopping abruptly, being replaced by an earthy crackling as the head of an immense log peeked its way out. She let out a whimper. Already at four inches, it was far, far too wide for her liking. Not able to restrain herself, though, she grunted once again and began to push the monolithic strand of shit out. In doing so, she felt that her ass might simply tear apart, and the sensation only worsened as she pushed, the turd slowly widening and stretching her further.

“Ohhhh… Too wide..” She whined, biting her lip as she continued to work the beast out of her body, stomach growling for her to go faster all the while. But then suddenly, at about five and a half inches wide, it stopped. Nolana groaned in time with her stomach, realizing that she’d really need to strain to get rid of this monster.

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed ahold of a nearby support bar installed in the stall and started to grunt even harder than before. Her knuckles turned white, blood rushing to her head as she strained, overpowering contraction-like cramps grinding out a painful mess of noises as her belly fought valiantly to try and evict the mass. Finally, her efforts were rewarded with a loud crackling noise; her turd was sliding out. She was hardly relieved, however, as to her great terror she realized that even with all the effort and pain, the beast had not even reached its widest point yet.

“Unghhh…” Nolana grunted, getting back to work. She continued to strain away, forcing more and more of the mass to crawl out of her body. She couldn’t even begin to guess at how long it took, completely lost in the need to be free of this burden she’d been stuck with. But then suddenly, the maid was struck with another trouble.

She’d completely filled the bowl. Looking down between her legs granted her a view at her impossibly wide, rock-hard creation coiled about itself, nearly to the point where she was sitting in it. Eyes widening in disbelief, she herself to a bow-legged standing position, belly gurgling angrily as she did so.

It was still coming.

She took a few steps forward, terrible cramping forcing her to keep pushing the beast out as she staggered onwards. She reached towards the door lock to open it, but as soon as the door swung open she was hit by an absurdly powerful cramp in her lower belly.

GGUURUURURUGOAAAAAAARRRGG

“AH!”

She yelped, buckling to her hands and knees as her belly roared desperately. It slammed into the floor as she fell, causing her intestines to thrum about frantically and out another few inches with an involuntary grunt from the young woman.

Lacking the strength to even try to stand up with her stomach acting up like it was, Nolana began to crawl along the floor, yelling out grunts, shit still coming strong as ever. She made it to the wall and balanced herself against it with both hands, still yelling in pain as she fought to more shit from out of her.

“O-oh go-HNNNNNNNNGG!”

She grunted desperately, stomach not giving her a chance for a rest. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she gave one last hefty grunt, and the beast was finished.

She sat down a bit to the side, panting and gasping desperately for air as her brain played catch-up on what she’d just experienced. She turned back in fear to look at what she’d just birthed. Nolana could see from where she was sitting that it filled the bowl to entirety, then lead down a straight line to another massive pile beside her. At its widest point, she’d have to estimate that it was easily seven inches. It was positively absurd to think that something like that could have come from inside her… But she could at least take solace in the fact that the ordeal was over now.

Rrrruummblllee

Icy fear gripped her chest as she heard an ominous, dark rumbling from deep within her gut. Slowly, she looked down with wide eyes, fear only worsening as her gaze fell upon her stomach.

It was still unbelievably, unbearably distended. Even with all she’d expelled, it seemed she’d barely made any progress at all relieving her overstuffed bowels.

“M-maybe it’s just residual bloating..” She tried to reason with herself. “Maybe it’s just ga-”

GWOOOOOORGGG

“Nn-!”

PrrrrRRRRRTTTTTTT

Her bowels were quick to dismiss that idea, roaring and cramping down hard, forcing an extended fart out as she felt her rectum bloat painfully with waste. She was far from done, the pause had only been a brief respite.

Whimpering, Nolana herself to her feet, waddling over to the second stall and slamming down on the seat just in time to release once again.

“OohhHHH, HNNNNN!”

FRRRRRT

BLAPT

BLOOOOOOOORT

BRRRMMPT

She moaned and grunted, squeezing her eyes shut and putting one hand against the stall wall for support. This time, the shitting was accompanied by liters of long-trapped gas ripping its way out of her, causing her eyes to water. One slight mercy was that this time around, she wasn’t dealing with one massive monolith of crap. Instead, she was grunting out a storm of smaller turds, some still awfully wide by normal standards, some thick, hard balls, and other long, thin things which splattered noisily into the bottom of the bowl and against their companions. Though it required less straining, the pain wasn’t much better as her bowels seemed to be taking full advantage of the smaller size to cramp at insane intensities; belly visibly shaking and flexing about as Lady Magnolia’s elixir did its foul work.

She gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, slamming her other fist against the stall wall as she moaned in a mixture of equal relief and misery.

Suddenly, it stopped. She could feel one wide potato-shaped turd stuck halfway out, but there was some unusual resistance stopping it from escaping to freedom. Her stomach growled disdainfully, and she glanced down, gasping in shock at what she saw.

“Oh dear.”

She’d filled another toilet completely. She stood up on reflex, the turd and all the ones that had been waiting in line behind it bursting out to freedom and piling up on top of the mess in the bowl as soon as the resistance was gone. A few slammed into the back of the seat, others fell to the floor.

“A-Again..? Ohhh..”

GruruuUUURGLe

BRRRRRMMMMT

GROOAAAAAN

PRRROOOOOORT

BLAAPT

She moaned, eyes rolling back a little and gritting her teeth as her belly continued to evict more and more scat from deep within. She balanced one hand against the stall wall and wrapped the other around her gut. The shit was piling up high on the toilet and getting everywhere, but she didn’t even try to move; not wanting to repeat what had happened before.

Finally, it seemed to stop once again, giving Nolana a moment to breathe. Her gut was still clearly distended, but had thankfully gotten a bit smaller and softer, so at the least she knew she was making progress. Still, it begged the question why the sudden stop if there was still so much left within. While the process hadn’t been enjoyable in any respects, she really just wanted to get it all over with. If anything was left stuck inside, she’d only have to repeat the whole ordeal later… Possibly worse. That was the last thing she wanted.

Grruuuuuuurrrrglleeee…

GWORG

She inhaled sharply as her gut came to life once again. Apparently, that wasn’t what it wanted, either. She felt a sickening feeling in her lower belly signalling her to incoming diarrhea. While part of her mind questioned how that was possible given how long everything had been stuck, a hearty cramp her to abandon that for the immediate reality of the situation.

Where could she go? Both toilets were full, and there was no chance she had time to clean up and get to another restroom before she exploded again. Her gut flexed in and out, groaning menacingly. It seemed to almost be struggling, as if it were having to fight every inch of the way to move the remainder of her shit to the exit.

She stepped out from the stall, face contorted in a wince as her stomach gurgled and trembled in her hands. She scanned the room for something, anything she could use.

The trash can.

It was far from dignified or sanitary, but based on the increased intensity of both her stomach’s movements and the wounded noises coming from within her bowels, Nolana knew she didn’t have another choice.

Rushing over to the trash can, she lowered herself awkwardly onto it, trying in vain to find some semblance of a comfortable position as her gut’s horrid gurgles, rumbles, and groans only grew louder.

“Come on… What’s the problem..?” She asked the orb of flesh and scat worriedly, rubbing its surface as its movements became increasingly violent.

GRRROAOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG

Suddenly, it gave the loudest roar of the night, cramping down hard and visibly contorting as if squeezed. She yelped, sensing her rectum fill. It was too big, she could already feel it. With an agonized cry, she felt the iceberg of another monster poke its head out of her sore ass. That was why her bowels had needed to fight so hard; the sea diarrhea and gas was trapped behind an incomprehensibly wide, rock hard orb of shit.

“Nnn-nNN! O-oh god…” She groaned, starting the horrible straining process again. It was impossibly wide. Though the mounting pressure behind it signalled that it wasn’t as long as the first one, at its nose it was already an easy seven inches, and she could tell she hadn’t even come close to the girth yet.

She cried out, eyes widening in horror as she saw her stomach getting larger once again. All the gastric activity was causing more gas to fill her, only worsening the pressure behind the plug. her gut kicked around violently, roaring in effort as it fought against its impossible burden.

Nolana’s eyes watered. Seven and a half inches, eight, eight and a half, nine, it just kept getting wider with every contraction-assisted push. And then, at ten inches wide, it stopped once again. Abject horror gripped her as the roaring from within increased in volume, as if her bowels themselves were crying out in pain. Her ass was entirely clogged, and she felt she might just explode if this went on much longer.

“P-please…” She begged through grit teeth, stomping her foot as her belly kicked about so hard she felt he might lose her balance and fall again. “Get o-out of m-m-my body….”

Then, with an almighty cramp and a yell of effort, the massive girth finally, slowly, squeezed past, falling with a resounding THUD to the bottom of the trash bin.

And that’s when the fireworks began.

With the plug removed, her bowels went to work immediately. There was no time for Nolana to even try and relax her anus or prepare. A torrent of burning diarrhea and gas burst forth like a fire hose, slamming into the bottom of the bin.

BLRRRT

SPLOOOORT

SPRRATTTT

BRAPT

BRAAAAAP

Nolana screamed, crying as her stomach her through the ceaseless barrage. She grunted involuntarily like a wild animal, gut still kicking about and gurgling darkly.

FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT

A massive pocket of gas ripped free in the form of a twenty-second shart. Her legs kicked about as she wailed. Even though it was just liquid, the sheer amount and of the diarrhea was forcing her ass open to painful widths.

“Ah-huh-aahhhhHHH!”

She tried to gasp for air, but it turned to a yell instead as the torrent continued. As it did so, however, her overworked belly began to finally recede, slowly returning to her more slim physique.

After nearly fifteen minutes of nonstop explosive diarrhea into the trash bin, the ordeal seemed to finally peter off. With a deep rumble in her belly, she gave one last resounding fart before finally, at long last, feeling empty.