Lammy knew it was no use trying to wiggle out of her restraints, she just laid there on the floor watching what appeared to be Parappa quickly setting up pieces of wood into a half square, then dragging her over to it when he was finished.

"You'll be the first to test my new invention," the pup said in his new weird voice.

Lammy made a muffled cry.

"You had it coming you little crybaby!" Parappa told her.

Lammy still struggled a bit as Parappa untied her legs, and she wiggled her legs frantically.

"Hold still, bitch!" He shouted as he held on to Lammy firmly to stop her from wiggling.

He threaded the rope through the rope holding her wrists and used it to hike her up to the front of the structure, then managed to grab both her legs and tie them together again, tying the last bit of rope to the back of the wooden structure.

The pup then reached into his bag and rummaged into it until he found a funnel and a hose and stuck them together. He then added a string to one of the holes and tied one end to a small hole on the side of one then tied the other end to the opposite side to form a band.

He then removed Lammy's gag and placed the hose in her mouth and placed the band around the back of her head. After that he proceeded to take out a large plastic food container containing what appeared to be a type of soup.

"Open wide," Parappa said in a mocking tone, "though you really don't have a choice."

He popped open the lid and started pouring the soup down the funnel, forcing Lammy to swallow it.

The taste seemed vaguely familiar. Almost like it could be... the filling for a dumping she's eaten before. Slowly the mixture went down her throat, with her having no choice but to swallow it.

When she was all finished, she was twice as bloated than the time she gorged herself on pizza after helping Chief Puddle put a fire out.

Parappa extended his hand to her "Come. You look like you need to lie down." Lammy took her hand in his as he pulled the rope off of her legs and untied her wrists.

"Ahh," she gasped as she lay down.

"It sounds like my darling could use a belly rub to relieve that pressure," Parappa said.

Did he just call me his darling? Lammy thought, astonished that she heard that from him.

Parappa began to firmly but gently rub Lammy's bloated tummy. Bluuurrrg. It rumbled, causing Lammy to groan in pain. Parappa could feel the bubbles building in her belly as he rubbed it.

By now, Lammy's tummy was extremely bloated and sore, despite Parappa rubbing it. Beads of sweat were breaking out against her firmly clenched ass. Her belly was so full of gas, and she needed relief from it desperately.

"I know what you're thinking," Parappa said, "But you shouldn't. You'll just embarrass yourself yet again just like at the awards show. And I get to tell all our friends so we can have a good laugh about it. So keep it in, unless you want to be known as a gross pig in our group."

Lammy knew that what he was saying wasn't rational at all, but since she cracked under pressure so hard without her guitar, she began taking those words to heart.

Lammy's stomach growled loudly again.

"Ohh!" She squealed. Trying her best to keep it in as another spasm rocked her stomach. After keeping it in so long, she couldn't help it.

A loud rumbling fart, exploded from between her cheeks. She moaned loudly, in a mixture of embarrassment and relief. Her wave of euphoria passed quickly, as Lammy suddenly realized she wasn't supposed to.

"Ah, ah, ah," Parappa said in singsong, "did I say you could do that?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Lammy started apologizing.

–"Are you that pathetic you couldn't hold it? Did you not master toilet training when you were a child?!"

"I did. I swear!"

"Well that doesn't change what you just did, does it?" Parappa said, crossing his arms, "And until you can prove to me you behave like a civilized, lady, you're not getting any relief."

He then decided to tease her, by jumping on top of her.

"Oof!" Lammy said, clenching her ass cheeks trying not to let one slip out, but that proved to be very difficult. As another fart was pushed to the bottom of her lower intestine, then squeaked out.

"You really have no self-control," Parappa said, laying on top of Lammy in a casual way, "you're even more pathetic than I thought."

"Why are you doing this?!" Lammy cried.

But instead of getting an answer, he just stood up and jumped on her again. And again, and again.

Lammy kept grunting and Parappa chuckled as he bounced on top of her.

Beads of sweat formed around Lammy's crack, as she desperately tried to hold it and avoid being teased again. Though this was counterproductive, her emotions were the ones in charge, as usual when she was nervous.

It seemed that Parappa was finished jumping on her, but then her rectum got tired of holding in all her gas and a flurry of flatulence started shooting out.

FFf–BLOOT

BLORT

BLAAAAAAAAAAAARP

Parappa just chuckled to himself, not seemingly acknowledging the stench.

After she was out of gas, the last of which just hissed out, pup just went out the fire escape he came up from.

And as Lammy laid in her now smelly room, she was still too bloated and emotionally exhausted to get back to bed, her face stained with the dumpling filling.

Kill me... was her only thought.