#hyperburp

But where can she start? She knew SOMEONE on the Internet would have stumbled into a similar problem than her and had found a solution, but how can she reach this person? She cringed just trying to type the first few words into her search bar.

'Stinky bu'- she sounded like a child. 'Bad gas' too vague. 'How to stop farting' well that wasn't the problem. She knew how to contain herself very well without the curse! Eventually and with a sigh, she typed in a question and pressed enter before she could doubt herself.

"Gas smell too bad what to do?"

The first few posts were nothing interesting. A video destined to child explaining why people fart, a cartoon about a skank, an article for girls to not gross out people around them, but then, Miyako's eyes lit up. A reddit post! Reddit always had the answer for the most niche question! She clicked on it and read the post titled "My(32M) farts are getting so foul my wife(36F) threatened to sleep in different rooms."

[We've been together for 7 years now and she has always been fine with my kink. We don't do face sitting or pillow play but she indulges in some roleplay with me and we found a common ground. I don't know why, but for the last months my gas has just been terrible. Like, multiple five seconds long farts in a row, and fuck they stink so much. Of course, this is the hottest thing ever for me, I have to take breaks in the middle of my job because i'm so hard i need to be a nasty pig and jerk off, but at home, my wife is getting visibly uncomfortable. The other day she came home from a day out with her friend and I stayed at home, and she almost puked from the smell, she covered her nose, her eyes were watering. And yeah that sounds hot as fuck in fantasy, but I love her, and I don't want her life to be a nightmare because of me. We had a bit of an argument even though I didn't talk much and she said that while she still loves me, she couldn't do with the smell. We might need to sleep in different rooms.

Does anyone have any advice? I went to the doctor but they didn't help much, and my appointment with a gastrologist is in two weeks, I need a solution before that.]

Miyako felt her throat tight reading this. Yeah, she knew exactly what he meant. She spent most of her weekends with the necklace off lounging or playing video games on the couch, windows open and with air purifyers. They did the job so that when she was back to normal, her eyes didn't sting, but one careless game is what caused the new noise complaint. Sure, maybe she got too invested in her game and maybe the slime enemy that dissapeared in a ball of gas made her slob self laugh, timing a burp each time she killed one. And yes, maybe the boss of the zone being a similar monster meant that she ended the fight pushing out a nasty fart and a beast of a burp escaped her, lasting 9 seconds and reaching her entire flat. It seemed funny at the time. When she's a slob, it's quite funny. When she's back to her meek and proper self, it's disgusting and it brings her trouble.

Since then she kept the necklace around her at all time, which was fine enough, except it had now reached the halfway point. If a quarter filled already got her in so much trouble, she feared the worst about the halfway point. The note was clear, if the jauge on her necklace reached the highest point, she would be forced to change into a slob until it went back down. Stupid curse...

Back to that reddit post. Miyako got surprised that the post had... 56 comments? Wow, that's a lot for such a specific problem. She went to read them.

[Gooood i SO wish that was me. My bf loves to be a humain cushion 🥵🥵😫 im sorry OP i hope things get better for you two!]

[This guy being the perfect gas tank and she's not even grateful, smh what a bitch...] with a reply [Hey. Not cool man. Not her fault she has a sensitive nose.] And a reply from OP [She is very understanding actually. She agreed to try a lot of things and I'm happy with where we're at, but nah even I'm disgusted by the smell, this is genuinely horrible.]

She scrolled down confused reading all the people who were envious of him for some reason?? People on the Internet are weird. But eventually, her eyes lit up as a long reply cut in paragraph appeared. Someone was here to help them!

[Hey man, Sorry this is happening to you. I had a similar issue with my girlfriend. She had the gas problem and both of us were having a hard time dealing with it. My best advice would be to make yourself a "gas room" to empty the tank whenever needed.

A closet can be enough, it doesn't need to be spacious. What you need is a good ventilation system. We had to do some work in the house because it wasn't here before, but if you buy good ventilations, it'll help. Try not to let it out by the window if you have neighbours, they will clomplain.

You can also get yourself some air purifyers, I personally have this brand and it works very well. We bought two just to be sure but one should be enough. We protected the door to make sure no gas could get out and Tada! You're all good.

Hope the doctors can help you with your gas, good luck to you two.]

A... gas room? The name made her cringe, but maybe OP did reply that it fixed the issue in the meantime... she got up from her computer in her couch, already more damaged than it was two weeks ago and paced around the house. Could it work? ... well if she put some good isolation around the walls, it wouldn't reach the neighbours. She would probably need more space than a closet though, the more common weight gain she had made her struggle to fit through the doors, and they were pretty big. Well, right now, you could put to Miyakos next to each other and they could both go through. But she needed to not think of current Miyako. She needed to think about "gastank" Miyako.

The kitchen, living room and her bedroom were big No-Nos. The toilets? Way too small. She eventually walked past the guest room. She used to live with her cousin for a moment before she flew to another country for her studies, and she now had her house there. And since she rarely had any guests... She made sure to check if anything valuable was in there, and thankfully, her cousin had taken with her everything with sentimental value. This was now a boring, bland empty bedroom.

It was perfect.

Now she just needed to do the renovations to put a good ventilation system and move her air purifyers in here! Would two work? ... she would buy four just in case. She took out her phone to try and see if the hardware and electrics store was open but she received a notification from her bank. Nothing much, just news about their new policies, but it made her stop. She went to check her bank account.....

It was -17,34 in balance.

"Noooooo!" Miyako whined. "So close. When's my next pay?" She counted in her head. "8 days? Oh no no no, this thing will fill up way too much. I-uh- quick! Reddit!" She hurried back to her computer and read the post again. What can she do? What could she doooo? Should she make a reddit account? Not with her current email. And what for?? She bit her lips and frowned when the stress caused her stomach to gurgle.

"Yeah, yeah! I'll get to you in a minute. I'll be a biohazard when I get my room."

A few minutes later, she had a new email adress, a new reddit account, and a new tab opened. With the brilliant username of "Anon5473920863" she went to the post, looking back at the 'gas room' reply. It was posted by 'SamSexAm'. Weird username, but everyone in this post was weird. Was she really about to reply to a reddit post? A public post? Where everyone can read her? She wanted to hide in a hole.

[Hey. I have the same problem (i live with myself but i need a gas room) but i don't have the money for it. What should I do?]

She closed the laptop as soon as she sent the question. She got up and paced around the room trying not to choke on her own embarassment. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god this is so bad... what if someone tracks my IP adress and find out it's me!? What if- oh no, this is terrible!"

To distract herself she made a salad and some meatballs and turned on the tv. It usually helped, but she only realized how much her couch sank since she picked that as a designated "slob seat"... even if it was the only comfortable seat that fit her. She grabbed her plate and ate, noticing she had the same lazy eyes as when she took off the necklace. The slob couch, the lazy eyes, a tv program she frankly didn't care about... she did sip on some splarkling water in the meantime. When she put her plate down, almost as a reflex, she bumped her chest a couple time and half opened her mouth. She waited... and waited...

"......hhhhhrrrrup." A small, pathetic burp escaped her. Well, it was the most impressive burp "pretty girl Miyako" ever let out. But she only had to close her eyes and imagine herself taking off the necklace to feel how heavy she would be, her ass growing larger and larger easily filling the couch, her giant stomach spilling up, almost touching the ground, her thighs as big as two watermelon each splitting, spreading across the couch as she sank in her couch, she could hear it creak, her boobs rising until they were almost as high as her head. She could feel it so real, just like she could imagine her reaching for the sparkling water, and gulping down on it. Gulp, Gulp, Gulp, Gulp.

And it was very easy to imagine of course, that before she was even done drinking, as if her body didn't even register she was doing something, her ass would be blasting a strong fart that the couch was barely muffling.

ppprrrtthhhhHhHHRRRRRRBBBBBPPRRRRRRRRRPRTTT

Oh it was rumbling like a car motor. She could feel it vibrate on the couch and against her ass. But she was gulping more sparkling water, more, more, each chug drowning out the TV. She could imagine her throat getting tighter, her stomach fuller as if any gulp she inhaled would double in size in her throat. The couch creaked some more, dangerously so, but the sparkling water needed only a few more gulps before it was done.

Her stomach churned, grumbled so loud it could be heard from her bedroom. The gurgle was a threat, and it made her jump with a hiccup. Oh no. She was doing all of that for real!!!

She was used to her usual "quarter filled" mode, but she now looked with terror at herself. She had gotten so big she rised in size, taller sat on the couch than she normally would standing up. She wished she could see her thighs, but even spread in the most extreme manner, it was all covered in a mountain of stomach. It was surprisingly round for the size of it, one would expect a ball of lard but no, it seemed like a fat, round, full belly. But oh it was touching the ground, it even pushed the table in front of the tv!! She felt tight on the couch!! She wasn't sure she could get up without it getting stuck on her ass. She only noticed now that her engine motor fart was still going. It only felt so small because she had gotten so much fatter than she usually was. Oh fuck, oh no no no- she had to hold it in! She had to put back her necklace! Thankfully it was still in her hand, so she put it around her neck, but struggling to close it with her sausage hands... 'Come on.. come on, please!' She could feel the air desperate to be let out, but that would have to wait another day. 'Close, stupid necklace!'

The air trapped in her stomach, while not causing an earthquake of a belch, did use her ass to try and get out. The couch wasn't doing anything anymore to muffle or hide the potent

BRRRRRRRRRRRTTTHGGRRRRRRPPPPPBBBTBPP

Coming out of her. The couch was rumbling so much you would think there was an earthquake happening only for this little furniture.

Finally, with a Click, the necklace closed and in a puff of pink smoke, in a blink, she was back to normal. No more rumbling couch, no more creaking, no more enormous belly. And no more sparkling water. She rushed to open the windows before melting on the couch with a content sigh.

"Aaahhhhh~... fiuuuhuUuuuuuuUUOURP!"

What? She was back to normal!! Why was she burping like that? Well, it felt as strong as a breath compared to whatever "half filled" could unleash, but still. For "pretty girl" Miyako, that was a STRONG Burp.

She looked left and right as if any ghost could have spied on her, and she pulled her table back in place. She opened her laptop again and to her surprise, she had received a comment! Surprising since the post was 2 years old, but the faster an answer, the better.

[Why don't you record yourself and sell the videos? ;) you're talking to the biggest gas lovers of reddit here. Capitalize on your problems!]

Miyako stared at her screen incredulous. Record herself?.... being a slob?? ... WINKY FACE!!?!??!! She couldn't believe what she was reading. People LOVED that?? sexually!??? She could only stare...and open the DMs to talk to SamSexAm directly.

[Hello Sam. I never recorded a video like that, I'm so lost and embarassed...]

It only took a minute before she got an answer.

[Hello Anon5, yeah i figured you're new here, i never saw your username before. Obviously don't force yourself to anything. I was saying that as a little joke, dw.]

Miyako bit her lips. [Sam, be honest... if I were to make a video, how much money could I make?]

[I mean it depends. If you're already a big name you can make a couple thousands a month. Others make a dozen bucks. It's not a very competitive scene, but if recording yourself isn't your thing, you can alway just sell audios. They're good too.]

She looked at one of the drawers where on top lied a fake plant, somehow losing colors like a real plant decaying. The drawer had a good camera in it.

[is phone audio good enough to sell?]

[It does the trick, but better mics can get you far.]

[... Sam?]

[Yes?]

[I'm so sorry to ask that of you, you're a stranger we just met... but if I were to make a video and sell it... would you help me promote it?]

Silence on the other end.

[I mean I could.]

[If I make money off of it i can pay you for it. I just need to get accomodations.]

[Let's say I get half of your revenue, capping at 150?]

That was a lot, Sam seemed confident.

[I guess that's fair.]

[Deal.]

Miyako thanked Sam and closed her computer. Was she really gonna do it? Was she really going to record herself? To sell it online? She was selling her body?

In any other circumstances, she would have just waited until her pay dropped and manage her money better, but the curse couldn't wait. She felt uneasy in her stomach, like the spirit of the curse was threatening to burst out of her. Why, why did this stupid curse come to ruin her life!!? She wanted to scream but didn't. She made too much noise already. She sighed and looked by the window and spotted that old building. A school that was left to abandon after a new one was built not too far... she looked back at the drawer. Recording her house was out of the question... but an abandonned building... it's not like anyone lived near... she could be as loud as she wanted.

"Well it's not selling myself to the Internet... it's capitalizing on my problems!" She smiled. And then frowned, because her stomach did feel tight. She looked left, right, she closed the windows just in case. She was pretty girl miyako, there wasn't any risks. She plopped back in the couch, raised her head, and pressed on her bloated stomach.

"....huuuuuuuuurOUPHHBEEERRR! Phew. Okay t-HUAAAAAAARR!! ...That's not all I-" she gulped quickly before "BAAAOOOUUUUURRUAAAAAP!!" She gasped for air. Her stomach was just as bloated... well, just in case, she grabbed a pillow and smashed her face against it. Urrk, it still smelled like sweaty ass... she pressed on top with some strength and-

"UUUAAAAAAHHHHHRRROOOOOOOUUUUUUURRGHHHHH!!!"

OH that felt good. She caught her breath and pressed further. And further, laying down on the couch pillow against her and letting her mouth rip those strong, bassy, throaty eructions that lingered on and on.

"uoouurrrppp"

"BWOOOOAAAAAARRRBHUUUURRP"

"AAAHOUUUUUUURRRHUUUU"

"BREEEEEEEEEAAAAAEEÉHHEEEEE"

She let out more and more, feeling her belly deflate like a balloon, it felt so good she didn't even take the time to realize she was burping as strongly as "quarter filled". Or take the time to wonder if the sparkling water did that to her normal self, what beast would come out of "half filled"'s mouth? She was back to a normal stomach now, but just in case, she pressed down further, and indeed, there was a last one stuck.

"OooyuuuyuuuuuuurrrppttooaaaAAARRHUUUUUUUAAAAARHOOuuuuHhHhuPppBBBRAAAAAAOOUUH!

mwah~! ...hharp!"

How fucking gross. She patted her flat tummy in celebration for taking care of that before the cacophony turned into an actual earthquake and she threw the pillow back in its place, stretching trying to not let the shame consume her too much. And she managed! Until four minutes later, a neighbour knocked at her door.