Vambre and Prohyas' home, known as the Warriors for Hire HQ, was a cosy and somewhat cluttered apartment within a larger building where they lived, filled with all sorts of quirky items, a testament to their adventurous and often unpredictable lives.
The living room and kitchen areas are combined into one open space. The walls are adorned with framed mission posters, each featuring a different Magisword they've obtained during their adventures. The floors are covered in a mishmash of colorful rugs, and the furniture includes a mismatched assortment of comfy chairs and a well-worn sofa. The kitchen is small but functional, with a cluttered countertop covered in Magisword magazines, snacks, and dirty dishes.
Near the entrance, there's a Magisword rack with various swords hanging on it, some of which are propped up in a leaning tower fashion due to their sheer number. This is where they store their frequently used Magiswords for easy access. On one wall, there's a bookshelf filled with adventure and mission logs.
As for Vambre, she's sitting on the sofa, surrounded by open Magisword catalogs and mission notes. She's completely engrossed in a thick catalog, her brow furrowed in concentration as she flips through the pages. Her hair tied back in a ponytail as she read the newest magisword catalogue.
Prohyas, on the other hand, is in the kitchen area, munching on a sandwich he's just made. He occasionally calls out suggestions or comments to Vambre as she studies the catalog.
Vambre mutters to herself, "I need to find the perfect Magisword for our next mission. Something versatile and powerful."
Prohyas, with his mouth full, chimes in, "How about the Shish Kebab Magisword? It's sharp and can double as a snack!"
Vambre chuckles, "As much as I love your creativity, Prohyas, we need something a bit more practical this time."
With that, she continues her search for the ideal Magisword, determined to find the perfect tool for their next adventure.
As Vambre continues flipping through the Magisword catalog, her eyes suddenly widen, and she gasps in amazement. She points excitedly at a page, her finger resting on an image of a particularly extraordinary-looking Magisword.
"Prohyas, look at this!" Vambre exclaims, her voice filled with awe and enthusiasm "I need you to buy this for me pleaseeee!"
Prohyas, intrigued by her excitement, glances at the page she's pointing to and sees the magisword before raising an eyebrow and then looks back at Vambre. "Why can't you buy it yourself? You're the one with the catalog"
Vambre sighs, her excitement tinged with a hint of frustration. "I know, but today is the only day I can do it. I have a meeting with Princess Zange later, and I won't have time to go Magisword shopping. Please, Prohyas"
Prohyas looks at the image of the Magisword again, pondering for a moment. He knows how important Magiswords are to Vambre and how much she values their collection. He then looks back at her and nods, understanding her determination.
"All right, Vambre," he says, a mischievous smile forming on his face. "I'll go get that for you. But only because I want to see that amazing look on your face when you wield it."
Vambre beams with gratitude and excitement, leaning over to give her family member a quick hug. "Thanks, Prohyas! You're the best!"
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After her meeting with Princess Zange, Vambre returned to the Warriors for Hire HQ with a sense of accomplishment. She had successfully negotiated a new mission, and she couldn't wait to share the details with Prohyas. As she entered the cozy and cluttered apartment, her eyes were shining with excitement, and her steps were brisk. Vambre found Prohyas in the living room, still surrounded by Magisword catalogs and mission notes. He looked up as she entered, and she couldn't help but notice the sly grin on his face.
"Prohyas, I can't wait to tell you about the mission with Princess Zange," Vambre began, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "But first, did you get that Glitterblade Magisword for me?"
Prohyas stood up and turned to face Vambre, a mischievous glint in his eye. He reached behind his back and produced a Magisword, presenting it to Vambre with a flourish.
"Ta-da!" he exclaimed.
Vambre's excitement reached its peak as she extended her hand to take the Magisword. But as her fingers closed around the hilt, her enthusiasm waned, and her face turned from excitement to confusion.
"This... This isn't the Glitterblade Magisword," Vambre said, her disappointment evident in her voice.
"It isn't?" Proyas then looked at the name tag still on the sword seeing it being called The Gassinator Girdleblade.
Said sword was comically oversized, neon-green, and inflatable-looking. Its hilt was made of bright yellow rubber with a handle that resembled a bicycle pump. The blade itself was an enormous, stretchy belt-like structure, adorned with colorful, playful patterns of gas bubbles and beans.
Vambre couldn't help but frown as Prohyas had mistakenly purchased something she didn't want to, It was nothing like the elegant and powerful Glitterblade she had hoped for.
Prohyas scratched his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "Oops, my bad. They had a similar name, and I guess I got a bit confused. But hey, look at the bright side, it's... uh, unique?"
Vambre, still disappointed but trying to make the best of the situation, decided to give the Gassinator Girdleblade a try. She sighed and accepted that she would have to make the most of this comical and unexpected Magisword.
Taking a deep breath, she grasped the bright yellow handle of the Gassinator Girdleblade and gave it a few tentative pumps. To her surprise, the blade began to inflate, expanding like a giant, neon-green belt. It whizzed and zipped through the air, circling around her target, in this case herself.
"Whoa!"
The Gassinator Girdleblade then worked its magic now wrapped around her waist, for some reason she lost control of her hand as it began pumping with the handle, each pump, made something interesting to happen, her hips began to expand dramatically, comically bulging outwards her expression quickly went to bewildered at the Magiswords unexpected effect.
"What the hell?! Why can't I stop?"
With one final, enthusiastic pump, the Gassinator Girdleblade reached its peak inflation, Vambre hips had grown so large that it toppled over, unable to maintain its balance with the exaggerated proportions as she is then now ready to let it go of the sword.
Prohyas, realizing the mix-up with the Gassinator Girdleblade, rushes to find the instruction manual that came with the Magisword. He flips through the pages, his brow furrowed in concentration, until he finally locates the relevant section. With a sigh of relief, he looks up at Vambre and says, "Wait, Vambre, I think I found something. According to the manual, this sword has two effects." He then proceeds to explain the first effect, "The first one is, well, it gives the user huge hips."
Vambre's frustration bubbles to the surface as she processes Prohyas's revelation about the Gassinator Girdleblade's effects. She crosses her arms, her face contorted in irritation, and says, "Why didn't you tell me that before, Prohyas? I wanted a powerful Magisword, not a... hip-expanding one!" However, just as she's venting her anger, she feels a strange sensation in her stomach, and her expression changes to one of concern. She places a hand on her abdomen, realizing that something unexpected is happening.
Prohyas, still holding the instruction manual, continues to read aloud from it. His eyes widen as he reaches the section about the second effect of the Gassinator Girdleblade. He hesitates for a moment, then clears his throat and says, "Uh, Vambre, there's a second effect too. It gives the user a... bad case of gas." Just as he finishes explaining, a low rumbling sound emanates from Vambre's stomach, and she can feel something building up inside her, adding an element of embarrassment to her already frustrating situation.
Vambre's face reddens with frustration, her eyes narrowing into an accusatory glare as she points her finger at him her voice rises to a crescendo of anger.
"Prohyas!" She screams, her words a blend of exasperation and indignation, "You didn't pay attention to the right sword I wanted, and now I'm trapped in this absurd situation because of your mix-up!" Her voice reverberates off the Magisword-adorned walls, filling the room with her displeasure.
Realizing the gravity of his mistake, lifts his hands in a conciliatory gesture, his expression one of genuine remorse. He offers his apology with a hint of regret in his voice, "I'm truly sorry, Vambre. Sometimes your words flow like a river, and, well, I often find myself just drifting along. It was an honest mix-up on my part." His words hang in the air, a humble attempt to make amends.
Vambre's frustration takes a back seat to a sly, mischievous smile that creeps across her face. Her eyes sparkle with a playful glint as she continues, her voice dripping with mischief, "But, Prohyas, I might be willing to forgive you... on one condition dear brother" She pauses dramatically, her gaze fixed on him. "Lie down on the ground, Prohyas, and close your eyes."
"Hmmm...I don't know it feels suspicious to do something that makes me feel defenseless in this situation" He said as there's a hint of suspicion in his expression. His brow furrows slightly, and his senses are alert, unsure of what Vambre has in mind. "Meh if it's for you sure sis"
Proyas was then laying on the wooden ground, without imagining what was about to happen as the latter closed his eyes . Vambre, standing beside him with a smug, mischievous smirk on her face, takes a moment to relish the suspense she's created. Her eyes glint with anticipation as she contemplates her next move. The colorful rugs beneath her feet add a whimsical touch to the scene, contrasting with the tension in the air. She then leans down slightly, her hand poised for action.
Without warning, Prohyas feels a sudden, unexpected impact against his face. It's not what he anticipated, and his eyes snap open in surprise. He tries to speak, but his words are muffled by something large and squishy pressed against his face. The shock and confusion on his face are palpable, and the room seems to come alive with a burst of energy.
What had enveloped his face was nothing else but Vambre's newly inflated and comically oversized derriere, as it had loomed over him not too long before she SLAMMED it onto him.
Prohyas's muffled protests and surprised gasps are drowned out by the cushiony impact of Vambre's inflated derriere. He flails his arms in a futile attempt to free himself from the unexpected predicament, but the sheer size and bounciness of her hips make escape nearly impossible.
Vambre, on the other hand, can't help laughing loudly at the situation as she playfully wiggles her hips, firmly pressed against him, she starts to move it from left to right, her bouncy and cushiony hips doing the work.
"This is what you get! Next time you better pay attention to what Im talking about"
Her brother is unable to talk as every word comes out in muffles or gibberish that she can't understand, but after another growling sound coming from her stomach, Vambre knew what was about to happen.
"OoOHh~I think im about to f-"
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A loud and boisterous fart billowed out from Vambre's new phat ass like a powerful air horn, hitting her brother face at full blown force for exactly ten seconds. The smell was more than just stinky, it felt like an amalgamation of offensive odors from fermented beans, cabbage dipped in mold, and rotten eggs striking his nose with its pungent intensity, assaulting the senses with an acidic punch.
"AAaAAHHHNg~ Whoho! Now that one was a big bomb, I never farted like that before. Usually I would be embarrassed but in this case? I think it felt really good"
Vambre laughed loudly before lifting her ass up, allowing Proyas to breathe for a moment, watching as his eyes were watery and the guy was coughing a lot.
"By the gods above! What the hell did you eat? This felt so rancid" Proyas said, feeling his body numb.
"Yeah? Well maybe a little more of this will do you some good and pay more attention to my needs! Your the one who bought this for me dear brother so i'm just making sure to use it"
Vambre feeling rather vengeful started to bounce her large bubble butt up and down onto her brother like he was her special little cushion and she would make sure to flatten him until his face was shaped like a pancake, the floor trembling and creaking under the sheer size and weight from her derriere.
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"Oof! It's like two beasts are fighting in my stomach, hold on Prohyas I gotta unload my caboose fuel on you"
"HMHMMHMHMHMSPHPHMHMH"
"I'm glad you agree too"
Vambre then grits her teeth before groaning loudly, her stomach gurgling as a sign that she had to blow once more and this one would be earthshaking.
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This time Vambre fetid gas came forward like a hurricane or air cannon that smelled awful of dorian fruit, blue cheese, and spoiled milk, such foul stench strikes his nose with a nauseating intensity, reminiscent of rotting onions, adding a moldy and rancid twist, assaulting the senses with pungent punch. That is the type of olfactory nightmare that would for sure linger on him for a long time.
It had been so strong the glass of every window broke down by the sheer power behind her new giant ass.
"Oooh shit! I don't know if this is a new effect but I really love farting like i'm about to destroy the whole house like this"
Vambre decided to get off her brother for this one time and turn around to look at what she had done. Prohyas face and body had been completely flattened and the smell in the air was terrible as she closed her nose.
"Uuugh this reeks! You can't even smell this gas all inside that nose of yours?"
He didn't answer as the guy was now unconscious, eyes whitened up as this was too much for him.
"Whatever, maybe I will try this new sword on Princess Zanger, hehe it will for sure be an interesting sight. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have this magisword after all" She said with a big smirk.
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