Mitsuri Kanroji’s Gassy Fun

Mitsuri eats quite a lot, inevitably giving her ridiculous amounts of gas to unleash.

Some traits come with their own set of quirks. This was the case for the love hashira Mitsuri Kanroji who kept her abnormally strong body performing with the help of her hefty meals.

The pink and green haired demon slayer sat by herself in the dining room finishing her twelfth bowl of noodles. She smiled after having slurped down the rest of the broth sighing as she felt satisfied. A thousand thanks would be given to the chef who cooked so many portions just for her.

An hour passed and it was time for Mitsuri to continue her hunt for a local demon pest. As she left the village, Mitsuri reminisced on how well her patrons treated her.

“The core really makes such healthy bonds with the locals,” Mitsuri commented. The family who ran the restaurant had previously been rescued by the slayers, and were therefore inclined to give them special treatment. The warm noodles she consumed had such a loving taste, strengthening the hashira’s confidence as she ventured outwards.

However, Mitsuri’s love for noodles did not overshadow the effects of consuming a dozen bowls, which was large even for her. Mitsuri smiled as she looked down, examining her belly with her hand feeling the weight of her hearty lunch. “Guess I ate a bit too much,” Mitsuri muttered. She then looked around to see if anyone was close by. When the coast seemed clear, Mitsuri closed her eyes and relaxed.

PPPPFRRBRBRBRBLBLBLBLBLBLBLPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Mitsuri cooed as a huge, meaty fart blew the back of her skirt like a flag. “AAaaaaagh! That feels so good,” Mitsuri whined. Her stomach was no less full but she had plenty of time to relax herself before her next battle. “I’m so glad I made room for those last two bowls. Now my farts are going to be much bigger.” Mitsuri then leaned forward and grunted with all her might.

BBBROOOOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBLBLBLBLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLLPLLLBPBPBPLP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

An inhuman fart, bubbly and loud enough to scare the birds in the trees emitted from Mitsuri’s perfectly shaped rear, which was fully revealed as her skirt was lifted from the force of her fart. “My my, and I thought my outfit was naughty,” Mitsuri retorted, eyeing the chest portion of her uniform which barely contained her huge boobs. “I am always so gassy, but food like this is just too hard to pass.”

BBBRRPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPBRRRRPPPPBPB!!!*

Mitsuri wore her satisfaction on her face as the deep pitched fart warmed her rear. “Then again,” Mitsuri nonchalantly put her hands on the back of her skirt feeling her butt, “I do hope it doesn’t compromise my figure.”

PLBRBRBBBRRRRRRRRRBRBRBRBRBRBPLPP!!* Mitsuri’s deep pitched fart warmed her butt even more making her sigh in pleasure. However, as she felt the shape of her delicious meat patties, something felt off. Mitsuri looked down over her shoulder and kept feeling her doughy package. “Goodness, it does feel a bit bigger than I expected.”

PPPPPFFFFFT*

“Perhaps I should do more exercise before I find another mirror.” Then, Mitsuri stood tall and held her stomach with her hands. She inhaled before grunting heavily.

PRBBBLBLBLBLBLPLPBLBLBLRBRBRBRBBBBLBLBLBLPLPLPLPLPPLPLQPPQPPPLP?!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitsuri’s meaty, mammoth fart ended on a few wet notes as the gorgeous young hashira sighed loudly. “Aaaaaagh! Hopefully that holds me over for the time being.” Mitsuri continued walking down the road,

PFP!*
PLPP!*
PFFP!*

small but loud farts spilling out of her plump, sexy butt with every other graceful step, much to her relief.



Some time later as the sun began to set, the young hashira found a lead on the demon she was hunting along the road in the middle of a dense forest. Being familiar with this area, Mitsuri decided to venture into the forest to track the demon’s possible movements. She readied herself, leaning forward as if she was about to run a marathon.

In an instant, Mitsuri took off with great speed into the forest. She was able to find a consistent trait of scratch marks on the trees as well as footprints that became clearer as she continued her sprint. It seemed like she would find the demon in no time. However, a familiar pressure in her belly would prompt Mitsuri to slow down.

PPPFFFFFFPPPPPPT!*

A loud fart slipped from her rear as the motion of her running caused Mitsuri to briefly loose control. She then rubbed her tummy as more bubbly rumbling continued to form in her midsection. “Ngggh, I guess I still have a lot in me,” she commented, looking around to see if anyone was watching her. Once the coast was clear, Mitsuri grunted audibly.

PRPPRRPRPLPLPLPFFPFPFPFPFLBRPBRPRBPBRPLPLP!!*

A loud meaty fart easily blew the back of her skirt revealing a good portion of Mitsuri’s meaty rear. “Perhaps I should take it slow for a while. I don’t want by farts getting in the way of hunting the demon.” Indeed Mitsuri continued through the forest as she mentioned, walking along a trail of violent scratches. Her thoughts on what she would face were less of a concern to her than how full her belly felt, as her gluttonous meal came back with a vengeance.

PRPLPLPLFPFPFPFPRPRPRPPPPFFFFPLP!*

Mitsuri cooed as a ripe fart blissfully exited her butt. More farts continued to churn in her stomach as Mitsuri walked.

PBPBLPBLRPLPFQPLPLPLPLPBPBPBPBPBP!*

PRPRRRUUUUUUPLPLPPPPPPLPLPT!*

BRPLPRPRQPQPQPLPLPLPFPFPFPFPFPQRSHPLT@&?!!*

Suddenly, Mitsuri stopped as her last emission felt much wetter than the rest. She looked down at her belly and held it with her two hands as it rumbled aggressively. “Oh my, I hope my panties don’t get too dirty, I wouldn’t want to fight in ruined underwear.”

PROPPLPLPLPLPLPLPLFPFRSHPLSHPPpp@?!

Mitsuri cooed as she released another wet fart.


From afar, a figure straight out of a fever dream was approaching the area of our heroine, gagging as it’s face showed a bit of discomfort. “Ugh, what foul creature could produce this scent?” A demon barring just a head and two clawed hands for which it stood on spotted the young hashira from a distance whilst she was preoccupied. “What kind of joke is this?” spited the demon. “They sent a girl after me, after all the women I’ve torn to pieces?”

Suddenly, as the demon approached the pink-haired figure, his focus suddenly shifted. “Oh my, but isn’t this a pretty sight?” Eyeing the girl from the side, the demon could see how soft and perky her face was; but what surprised him more was how the slayer was dressed. Even at this angle her mighty large breasts looked like they were about to spill out of her uniform if she made the wrong move. Her thin waist only made her large assets seem that much larger.

The demon grew more and more excited as it checked out its next victim. The demon relocated itself by jumping on a tree in the general direction facing the girl’s back. Moving his gaze downwards, he was infatuated by how little the skirt actually covered. Her voluptuous rear was only an inch or two above where the length of her skirt ended, which was pushed out slightly due to her wide hips and seemingly big package. But the two legs supporting her gorgeous body were no less intoxicating. Her thighs had just the right amount of stuffing to them to not look fat, while two green stockings matched perfectly with the green edges of her hair as they snugly fit the girl’s beautiful long legs. She definitely looked like a heavy eater from those big thighs alone, however the lack of pudge caused by her socks hugging just below her upper thigh meant they were more firm than they appeared.

All in all she was definitely a full young woman, seemingly perfect prey for the nasty creature which lurked in this forest. “I’m going to have so much fun feasting on this delicious woman….” suddenly, the demon was cut off due to a peculiar sight that caused it to salivate; Mitsuri suddenly bent over, accidentally giving the demon a sight to die for as the curves of her plump, buxom buttcheeks slipped out of her short skirt. For the first time in a while, the demon was ridden with joy. “Oooh yes! I know what my first dish is going to be!” But as the demon began it’s approach, an audible grunt clearly from the female caught it off guard.

PRPLPLPFPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPLPBRRRRRT!!!*

A loud meaty fart blew from the girl’s rear, winding her skirt to the point where her rear was mostly exposed, giving the demon a clear picture of what little panties she was wearing had been engulfed in that undeniably big butt the girl sported unabashedly.

The demon stopped. After the girl sighed in relief, there was total silence for the next five seconds. Just when the demon was about to get in a semblance of a thought, the girl grunted even harder.

PRRRROOOOOOOOOOPPPPFPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLPLPLPRT!!!!*

A much larger fart greatly relieving the bloated Mitsuri.

On the other hand, the demon was interrupted again by a rude outburst which once again fluttered the girl’s skirt, leaving nothing about her almost entirely naked rear to the imagination.

The demon then slapped itself with one of its sharp hands, causing blood to drop down its enraged face. It was as if he was stuck in a fever dream, watching such a delicate creature relieve herself like an animal. Then, the smell caught up to it, greatly irritating the demon who did not have a practical way of covering its nose from what smelled like, no worse, that the rotting corpses of the demon’s least edible victims. “I don’t care about how good you look,” the demon hissed. “You are disgusting, disgusting!” Mitsuri’s nasty emissions were nothing but a cruel joke to the helpless nose of the forest demon.

“Ahhhh, that felt so good,” said the joyous Mitsuri who was now standing up straight as the rumbling in her stomach seemed to have stalled. “Now then, time to get going.”

Mitsuri continued her pursuit through the forest running at an incredible speed, the demon tailing behind. Mitsuri was following a trail of scratches on the trees.

But little did she know it was nothing more than a trap by her pursuer who was carefully staying out of sight.The demon was not faster but knew the forest well and was attempting to cut Mitsuri off from the side to catch her off guard. A little further now and the would begin its plan.

Mitsuri grew suspicious as the scratches on the trees seemed to be too obvious after running for such a long distance. “This demon really doesn’t like trees,” she thought. “Hm, I wonder if…”

The demon had ventured off the beaten path and was only seconds from pouncing on the bewildered slayer. “Yes that’s right, run mindlessly like the rodent you are.”

Suddenly, Mitsuri began slowing down. She looked around to see the same tracks she had been following the last half mile. “Wait a moment,” Mitsuri stated out loud as she came to a complete stop.

The demon did not relent in his pursuit; it could smell her blood from a mile away. “So you want to make this easy?” the demon thought whilst giggling. The demon was now only moments from its target as it bore its fangs. “I’ll tear your ass apart.”

“I think I’m going backwards,” Mitsuri turned facing the path she followed. Then, in an unbelievable moment of clumsiness from such a renowned warrior, Mitsuri tripped on a root landing front first on the ground. “Oof,” Mitsuri cutely replied. Unfortunately for her, this was now a perfect opportunity for her assailant.

The demon leaped maliciously screaming from the bushes behind the bushes behind Mitsuri’s back. Its roar was terrifying and loud as its bloodlust became insatiable at this point.

Mitsuri heard the sound but was unable to gauge what was happening. In a moment of panic squeaked cutely in a brief moment of surprised and jumped up like a cat scared of thunder. And that’s when she felt an odd force pushing up against her rear. The motion of Mitsuri’s hindquarters jumping from the sudden shock stunned the demon as it face was engulfed in Mitsuri’s full caboose. As she fell, Mitsuri’s cheeks turned red as she felt the roughness of her assailant on her bare skin as her skirt was lifted during the impact. Mitsuri landed on her rear, shocked and confused by was what’s happening.

PLPLPLFPFLLPPLPPPPP!!*

But that didn’t stop her tummy from acting up again as a meaty fart hit the demon point blank in the face. The blush on Mitsuri’s face grew even redder and her eyes lit up as she felt something squirming and breathing under her squishy booty. She looked down to see the demon under her ass, prompting her to get up. It looked like it was somewhat concussed as it was attempting to catch some air after the sudden accident that had just occurred.

Mitsuri took no time to swipe the demon’s head off with her sword, dissolving it to ash. Mitsuri wore a blank expression as she realized how ridiculous the situation was. It was at that moment a giggle could be heard within the forest. The lone slayer walked away with an attitude of humility, her scent subsiding.









At the swordsmith village*

Mitsuri walked into her room sliding close the door behind her. She was getting ready to relax after a long day of demon hunting. Wearing her kimono, she sat down on the floor in front of a table of freshly-prepared tea.

“That was easier than I expected,” she stated. “It’s a good thing my reflexes are so sharp.” Mitsuri then took the tea kettle and began pouring herself a cup. The tea didn’t look very hot, as she had been late on her arrival. It was currently night time and everyone in the estate had gone to sleep.

Mitsuri grabbed the full cup of lukewarm tea and drank it anyway. “Ah, what a relief.” Mitsuri began pouring herself another cup. “If only I’d come sooner, maybe I could have oh…..” Mitsuri almost dropped the kettle of tea as her fingers slipped. She quickly leaned forward trying to stop it from falling.

PFFFFFPT!!!*

Unfortunately for Mitsuri, a loud fart squeaked out of her rear as she panicked. Eyes widened, Mitsuri straightened her back as she began chuckling. “Whoops, excuse me.” Mitsuri smiled as she enjoyed her clumsiness whist sipping tea alone.


30 MINUTES LATER

Mitsuri finished off her tea. She was currently occupying herself with letters from families afar. She loved reading about the people she and her slayer companions saved; it made her enjoy her job.


Grrrggglllggg*

Suddenly, Mitsuri was taken aback by the loud rumbling sound in her stomach. She felt her belly with her hand as the churning continued.

GRRGGGGGGgggggglglgl*

“Oh my, what the heck was in that tea?”

GRRGGGGLGGLLGL*

Unfortunately for Mitsuri, the combination of large portions raw fish, bean paste, and cheap tea was making her stomach erupt. Mitsuri strained a bit as a familiar pressure traveled to her rear.

PRRUUUUUPPPPPP!!!*

A loud, brassy fart emanated from Mitsuri’s kimono-covered rear. Unfortunately for her, that was only the beginning.

PRPRPRPRPRPRP!!!*
PRPRPLPLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!*

Mitsuri’s face grew red as her farts spewed out of her butt like a faucet. “Oh no,” Mitsuri replied as she stood up. She could feel the farts prying at her back door as her stomach grew more irritated.

GRRRGGgglglgllglglg*

Mitsuri rubbed her belly with her hands as she felt extremely bloated from all the buildup in her stomach. “Ah! I can’t hold it in!” Mitsuri whined as her butt felt like it was at its limit.

PRPRPRPRPRPRPFPRPPRPPLPLPPPPROOOOOPPPP!!!!!!*

Mitsuri gawked as she felt the thunderous force of her powerful farts exploded from her rear.

PFFFFFFFFFFFPT!!*
PFFFFPLPLPLPRRRUPPPP!!!!*

“This is bad. If I keep farting like this, I’m going to wake up the master.”

GrrgrgrggrgrgGGGRRR!!*

Mitsuri’s worry grew immensely as her stomach seemed to have a mind of its own.

PFFPPFFFFFFFPPLPLPRUUUUUUP!!!*

Mitsuri whined as she failed to let off any gas that wasn’t extremely noisy. “What am I going to do?”



A young, dark-haired girl with orange ends entered the residence Mitsuri was staying at looking carefree as ever. As she closed the door behind her, she turned around looking down the empty hallway. She was peculiar sight as she murmured quietly, most likely due to the bamboo stuck in her mouth. This was indeed none other than Nezuko Kamado enjoying a relaxing night with her brother out doing late night training.

Nezuko quietly walked about the halls to get to her bedroom where her box kept her safe. Suddenly, a faint sound caught her attention, almost sounding explosive. She began approaching this sound feeling ever so curious. As she got closer to the noise, the faint smell of rotten fish became more and more apparent. It almost felt like she was getting closer to a harbor, one where brassy sounds emanated in the distance. Nezuko sniffed heavily as the scent began to grow on her. Perhaps her demon body was making her act in ways that were abnormal.

As the sound became clearer, the fresh smell of one’s dinner became apparent to young Nezuko. She stopped for a second as she approached the door barely masking the sound of sloppy, brassy noises. Nezuko squinted a bit as the smell grew even more rotten, like she was in the outhouse.

Nezuko approached the door and began gently sliding it open. She was greeted with the sight of Hashira Kanroji looking distressed as she was bent over holding her doughy rear with her hands.

GrrrGLGGLGLGLGL!!!!*

“Awww, my stomach,” Mitsuri cried as she felt the weight traveling from her midsection to her hindquarters.

PLPLPLPRRPRPRPRPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFP!!!!!!*

Nezuko’s expression turned to shock as she watched the beautiful hashira rip a massive fart. Then, the stench hit Nezuko again, greatly intriguing the demon girl with its scent. She started inhaling as the fetid smell of the cute girl’s bowels were ticking her senses. Nezuko cooed as she started becoming entranced by the hashira’s farts. As she continued spying on Mitsuri, she noticed the juicy package Mitsuri was holding clad in her kimono outfit. Mitsuri’s butt looked so tantalizing from this position, but it was probably better up close.

PFPFPFPFPFPFPPPPPPPFFPFPPF!!!!*

As Mitsuri continued ripping loud butt bombs, Nezuko began sneaking up on her prey, making use of her demon-slaying experience to do so. She got right behind the unaware Mitsuri as she was just about ready to pounce.

“Ughh, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.” Mitsuri looked distraught as her farts grew louder and louder with each passing minute.

BOOM!

“HUUUH!!” Mitsuri gasped as a pounding force inserted itself between her hefty buttcheeks. Mitsuri then realized she was being too loud and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

ppfpffpfpfppfpppppppppppppplllplplllpppplllp*

Her farts sounded muffled as they greatly warmed her buxom butt. Mitsuri’s face was red and her expression mortified as she looked behind her to see Nezuko wedged in between her doughy rear. Mitsuri didn’t know how to handle this situation. All she did was gawk as she felt Nezuko huffing the raw stench of her meaty cheeks.

Nezuko looked up and she breathed heavily after her enthralling experience. She looked dazed, as if she just got off a trip of ecstasy.

Mitsuri grew angry once she remembered her privacy was being violated. “Nezuko! What are you doing?” Mitsuri asked in a rare fit of anger.

GRGRGRGRGRGRL!!!*

Mitsuri was then taken aback by the shot to her gut indicating another gross bout of farts. Mitsuri gasped as she felt her stomach churn violently, catching her off guard.

PLPLPFPFPpplplplfpfpfpfplfpflfpplpflfpflflfflllllppppppppppppp*

Her farts grew muffled as Nezuko sunk her face deeper into her juicy butt. Mitsuri sighed as she felt relief knowing her farts hadn’t made any noise. Concerned, she looked back to see Nezuko having a blast huffing her wretched gas. Perhaps this was her chance to solve the situation. It was better than getting an earful from the master in the morning. Mitsuri sighed, smiling, as she knew what she was about to do.

“Alright, if you want it that badly, who am I to stop you.” Mitsuri relaxed herself as she felt a pressure surge to her bum.


Plplplpllpllfpfpflfpflfpflfpfppfllfpfpfpflfpflflfpflfpfolflfpflfpflfllflfpflflflfprprprrprprprprrpprprprprprprprprprprprprprprprlprprprprlrprpprlrrpprprlrprprprprprplrprprlrlrprpprprppp*

Mitsuri sighed heavily as her monster fart concluded. She was definitely holding back before Nezuko showed up. “Just make sure these don’t get noisy. I wouldn’t want to wake anyone.” Mitsuri then grabbed the back of Nezuko’s head shoving her deeper into her ass.

prrprrrrrrrrprprprprprprprprprprprprpprrpprprprprprprprprrpprpprpptpplprprlrprplrlrlrlfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfppfpfpfppfpfppfppfpfppfpfppfppfppfpfpfppfpfppfppfp…Mitsuri looked extremely satisfied as the farts relived her greatly. She could feel the warmth of her farts against her butt as well as Nezuko’s heavy breathing.

pfppfpfpfpfppfpfppfppfpfppfpfppfppflfppffppfpfpfpfpffpfpfplfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpflpfpffppfpf*

“Ahhhhhh, finally.” Mitsuri happily sighed as her stomach finally had some relief. Though relief only meant so much when there was more being added to the tank.

“I’m going to lay down here so I can get comfy.” Mitsuri began getting down in the floor as she started laying on their front side. As she laud down, she slowly directed Nezuko so she wouldn’t fall on the way down.

GrrggrrgrgrgGRGRGRGRG!!*

Mitsuri was now laid on her chest as the rumbling in her tummy grew worse. “Ah, now this I can get behind. What about you Nezuko?” Mitsuri looked laid back as she held her head in her hand, arm pivoted on the floor. “Hnngh.”

BFFFFFFFPLpppplpllllplppllpllpplllplplpflfpflfpflfpflfppfpflfpfpfpflpfpflfppflflflfpflfppflflfpflfpflflflflflfplffllfpflflfllfpflflflfllfpflfflfppfpfpfpfpfpfpffpfpfpfppfpfpfpffpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppffppfpfpffpfppffpfpfpfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpffppfpfpffpfpfpfp*

Mitsuri sighed once more as a massive fart errupted from her back door. “Ahhhhhhh. I’m so glad you joined me. I’m not sure what I would do if I didn’t have someone to muffle these.”

BRrrprprprprlprlrprlrlprrllrrpprrllrprlrlrprlrprprllrprlrprlrlrlrprlrlprlrlrlrlrllrprlrprlrllrlrlrlrprlrlrlrllrprlrlrlrllrlrrpprrpprlrllrlrllrlrllrprllrltlfpflflpflfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfp*

Nezuko sniffed heavily as the scent was intoxicating. With each emission, Mitsuri’s wind warmed her face. As her latest fart ended, Nezuko looked up to see Mitsuri carefree in her position. Nezuko was indeed enjoying this moment, only, there was something missing.

“What’s wrong? Need a break?” Asked a giddy Mitsuri. “It’s fine, I can wait a few more seconds.”

Suddenly, Mitsuri’s eyes lit up as she felt the back of her kimono being lifted up. “Wha-what are you doing now?” Mitsuri asked as she looked behind her.

Nezuko lifted up Mitsuri’s kimono dress, revealing her pink underwear clad to her doughy, plump booty. Her panties covered what they needed to, but even in this position, Mitsuri’s rear had full, round curves.

PFFPFPFPFPFPFPLPLPTPPppppp!!!!*

Mitsuri’s next fart blew Nezuko’s hair like a flag as the stench of her rotten meal seemed even more fresh.

“Waaah, okay okay! Just get in there. I can’t hold it in anymore.”

Without a second thought, Nezuko dived into Mitsuri’s panties and burrowed her nose in between her plump asscheeks. Mitsuri blushed as she could feel the warm head of Nezuko in between said cheeks. Mitsuri nervously whined as she realized the situation was getting more and more weird. “Okay, here it comes.”

plppfpfpfpfplffpfllfpfplflfpflfpflflflfpflflflflflfpflfllflfplflfllfppflflflfpflfllglfllgllglglpflflfklglflfllfllfflglglglglglglglfpflfpfppgpglgpgpglgpgpgpgpgppgpgflfppfpffppfgptrprppgppthpplplplplpflflfpflflfpflfpflfpfllfpflflflfpflfllflflflflflfpflflfllffllfpflflflpflflfpfpfl “ooooooohhhhhhhh,” Mitsuri sighed as she felt her bare ass getting warmer against the face of the adventurous young demon.

Plplfpfpfpfpfpffppfpfpgpfpfppffpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfgpfpfpfpfpgpgpgpgpgppgppfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfpffpfp*

Nezuko huffed the fumes more violently as she was holding Mitsuri’s buttcheeks like handles. She snorted and sniffed like a wild animal devouring a meal as the smell was insanely potent.

Mitsuri felt her backside being treated a bit roughly causing her to look back. But then, Nezuko mellowed out and began gently caressing her rear as she waited for more explosive farts. “Don’t get too excited,” Mitsuri said playfully. “There’s more where that came from.” Mitsuri then grunted, putting all her effort into relieving her stomach.

fpfpfpfpfppffppfpflfpflfpfpflpflflfplflfppflflpfflflfllfpfllflflflflfplfllflfllfpfpfllflfllglflpglflfllflfllflfllflflflpfpfplflfllflflfppflfllfpfpffpfpflflfllflfpfpfllfpfplflfllflfllflflfpfppflflfpflflflflpflflfpflflfplfpflflflflpfpfllflfppfpfppfpfppfppfplflfppfpflfpfpfllfllflflpfppflffppfllfllfllfpfpfpfpfppfpffpfppf*

pfpfpfpfpfpflfppflfpfpfpfpfpfpfllfpfppfpfllfpfpflflpfppfpfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfprprprprprprprprpprprpprrpprprprppirooorooroprprprprprlrprpffppfpfpfppfppfpfpfppf*

Pfpfpfpflfplflfpfpfldprprpfpfpfprpflfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfpfpfpfpfpfprprpfpfprprpfpfpdprprpprrppfpfprpfpfpprprpprprpprprppfppfpfpfppfppffpfppfppfpfppfpffppfppfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfpfppfppfppfpfpfpfprprprprpprrpppppppp*

“Ahhhhhhhhhh.”






7 hours later….

Mitsuri rested her head in her hand as she had calmingly woken up from her nightlong sleep. She felt the weight of Nezuko still on her butt meaning she had spent the night huffing her sleep farts.

“Wow, it’s been hours and you still want my nasty fumes.”

pfpfpfpPppplplpppppp*

Mitsuri’s farts were no longer as strong, but still, she wanted to reward the one who helped her get a good night’s rest.

Nezuko’s head suddenly lifted up, raising Mitsuri’s kimono robes. “Oh, are you ready to get up?” But then, Nezuko plopped back down onto Mitsuri’s heavenly bosom.

PffpfpfpfpfpPLFPFP!* Mitsuri farted again as she looked to see her admirer still hadn’t budged after trying to get up. “Well, I guess that’s enough for one night.”

Mitsuri then got up, letting Nezuko’s head slide back onto the futon. She adjusted her robes and looked down to see Nezuko with a satisfied expression on her face. “Heehee, I’m glad you enjoyed it. But unfortunately I’m going to need to fill up the tank before my next mission.”

Mitsuri began walking off only to feel a slight wetness in her rear. She thought perhaps Nezuko was drooling like a baby as she indulged in her carnal desires. Mitsuri hoisted up her robes until she reached her panties. She then slid them down her long legs and past her ankles, lifting her feet to remove them completely. It was then that Mitsuri’s cheeks turned red when she saw the large portion of fabric had an obviously large brown stain on the back which bled through to the other side. It seemed Mitsuri had an accident last night whilst Nezuko was attached to her rear.

Mitsuri looked down at Nezuko to see her still entranced. It seemed her experience was like bliss. Only now she was trying to get back to reality.

Mitsuri looked between her soiled underwear and Nezuko until she got an idea. Mitsuri smiled as she approached Nezuko. “Here,” she whispered. “In case you miss me, I got you a special treat.”

Mitsuri then slid the panties over Nezuko’s head with the backside over her nose. Nezuko began sniffing harder as she realized her fun was not yet over.

Mitsuri jogged to the door giggling after performing this naughty act. She slid open the door and turned back to Nezuko. “See you later.”

Mitsuri left the room closing the door behind her. Throughout that day, Tanjiro would search throughout the mansion not finding where his sister was. Of course, the only place her didn’t look was a girl’s room.