Commander Manoa Vs. The Bellyjacker - Part 1 (Patreon)

At last, able to unveil the project that’s been eating my life for the last couple weeks: a collaboration with our own Haxcall!! This was a blast. It’s been on the bucket list for a good while, and SO happy to finally share the results. I supplied the general scenario and some lore I had come up with, they wrote the text, and I came back with illustrations to go with it. For more fun stories, please check out their own Patreon!

This story has some flatulence content that may not be everyone’s cup of tea (it’s played up for embasassment/comedy, not grossness) so each page will have regular and non-toot variants for everyone. It was a piece of lore I’d previously chickened out on using for the symbiotes. What the hell tho, let’s have some fun with it!

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Commander Manoa Vs. The Bellyjacker

By Haxcall

Based on stories and characters by Rampant404

Sometime in the far future, humanity will successfully begin to explore the stars in large spacecraft and make peaceful contact with alien species. One of these spacecraft is the Mother Ship, the flagship of Earth’s Space Fleet that looked impressive up close but from a distance it had the undeniable appearance of a topless, pear shaped woman, something the designers swear was just a coincidence. The ones leading this was Captain Schlong and his latina lieutenant, the flirtatious and big bootied Commander Manoa.

Manoa had recently suffered a number of incidents due to a parasitic, goo-like symbiote attaching itself to her nether regions, forcing her into various misadventures of perversion that was too much even for her. Thankfully, the situation had finally been resolved and the creature was removed from her body. With that chapter of her career over, Manoa decided to just forget it the best she could and refocus herself on the mission.

However, after a while, Manoa noticed her body was undergoing odd sensations. Her appetite had seemingly increased five fold and she found herself spending all of her off hours in the mess hall hogging the food replicator all to herself. While on duty, she had taken up the habit of sneaking in snacks and candies to constantly chew down her gullet. Thankfully, the captain was not the type of person to chastise over minor rule breeches but Manoa was becoming increasingly concerned over the fact that it seemed that she no longer could go ten minutes without sticking something between her lips.

This resulted in her already plump form becoming even plumper by the day. Despite the future’s heightened focus on health food and cardio, Commander Manoa had almost always had a rather rubenesque body throughout her life, particularly in her wide and heavy bottom. Manoa’s size did not bother her, in fact, she considered her plus size form and being the ‘commander with a caboose’ to be a source of personal pride. However, it had alarmed her that she was seemingly piling on multiple pounds a day. She had already needed to go up two dress sizes and was already close to needing a third.

Another, more embarrassing issue that emerged was her growing flatulence problem. As she ate more and grew larger, she felt the need to break wind more and more often. Gas swelled within her seemingly without end and, in spite of her attempts to be discreet, she couldn’t hold it in indefinitely and she definitely couldn’t let it out silently. Even the tiniest toot from her rear seemed to echo around the room. However, despite her constant butt trumpeting, she quickly took note of how the air around her never seemed to smell foul. She also noticed that she had to go to the bathroom less and less, even though her insides felt increasingly clogged up.

Like all proud people who find themselves in an embarrassing situation, she wrapped herself in denial and tried to go about her duties like nothing was off but as the days went on, even the stretchy material of their uniforms was starting to feel tight as the casing on a sausage. But not even the uniform’s constrictions could keep her ass from erupting with every manner of rude sound. Manoa’s cheeks were becoming almost perpetually blushed with embarrassment.

(To be continued!)