Chapter 174 The Explosion

Lisanna couldn't contain her excitement as she said, "Oh, nothing much, just pampering his ears. I couldn't bear to witness their mistreatment any longer. I want to feel the essence of healthy goblin ears, not those worn-down rags. I like them soft and meaty, like the finest delicacy fit for royalty."

Suzuka couldn't help but playfully chuckle at Lisanna's enthusiasm, responding, "Well, if you like his ears, then you most definitely should try touching his puffy soft feet. They are simply divine to the touch, like a puppy's moist nose, even softer and more tender than the most delicate puppy's paw."

Intrigued by this information, Lisanna's eyes sparkled with wonder.

"Well, well! Is that so? I had no idea. Now I must touch them myself to verify this incredible claim."

Without a second thought, she pushed the goblin down on the table, uncaring about his discomfort, and seized his feet, lifting him up in the air so that only his ears swiped the table as he wriggled in discomfort, his bloated belly on the verge of exploding.

With a twisted smirk, Lisanna brushed her fingers over his soft and moist feet, causing Hermit to let out a painful mix of laughter and giggles. His feet tickled intensely, and the pressure from his swollen belly made the experience even more excruciating.

 "Haha! No, Master Lisanna! Not the feet! Hahaha! They're so ticklish! Ehehe! Please, I beg you! Hahaha! Hermit feet-paws are very sensitive to tickling! Ghe gee ghe!"

Lisanna observed with a detached fascination as the pitiful goblin squirmed under her touch. His laughter was laced with pain, but she found amusement in his misery, relishing in the power she held over him.

As Hermit's feet endured the tormenting sensation, he couldn't help but beg for mercy between uncontrollable bursts of laughter.

"Hahaha! M-Master Lisanna, ple-hehease! It's too much! Hermit can't take it! Hohohoo! I will explode! Hermit will explode, I can not ho-hold it in any longer! Heeheehee! Please, st-stop!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of laughter, desperation, and strain.

Lisanna, seemingly unfazed by his distress, appeared puzzled by his reference to exploding. She innocently asked, "Explode?"

Before Hermit could explain, the mounting pressure in his belly became unbearable, and a sound like thunder echoed through the room as a colossal fart erupted from him. It was a din that would make a bellowing dragon proud. Lisanna, caught off guard by the explosive release, involuntarily released her grip on the goblin, who tumbled through the air and landed painfully on the desk with a resounding thud.

Clutching his butt with both hands, Hermit screamed in distress, "Can't hold it in any longer! It is coming out! The poop is bursting out! Hermit will explode!" His voice quivered with both urgency and embarrassment as he felt the pressure within him continuing to build.

Suzuka, who had been patiently tolerating Hermit's antics until this point, couldn't take it any longer. With a swift and disdainful reaction, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding whack on the poor goblin's head, her patience wearing thin like a thread about to snap.

"Then go to the restroom, you idiot! Why are you keeping it in for so long? Just go and relieve yourself already! You are not a slave anymore, you can poop!" she scolded, showing little sympathy for his crisis.

Hermit stumbled to his feet, his body contorted in a comical dance of discomfort and embarrassment. His face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled a ripened tomato as he clutched his aching belly with one hand and his trembling buttocks with the other. The bloating in his belly intensified, and he felt like he was about to burst like an overinflated balloon.

"Oh, oh! Grrreeep! W-what's happening? Uwweeee! Must... not... let it out! Gnnnooo... My tummy feels like it's gonna explode! Oh no! It is no belly pillow but a belly balloon! Hermit not like belly balloon!"

In a frantic frenzy, Hermit waddled and shuffled towards the restroom, his movements resembling that of a penguin on a slippery ice rink. With each step, he let out a series of awkward and high-pitched squeaks, trying to hold in his poop. 

"Wree! Come on! Wreeee! Hold it in, Hermit! Eeeek! Eeek! Do not sully the precious shorts! Eeek! Wreeee!"

Suzuka and Lisanna watched in both amusement and horror, as Hermit's attempts to suppress the inevitable were becoming increasingly comical.

Suzuka giggled and sarcastically said, "Look at him go! He's like a tiny goblin jester! Uwweeee! Don't poop here, Hermit! Find the restroom!"

Hermit's eyes widened with desperation, "S-sorry, Master! Wrraaaggh! Trying my best! It's just... bllleeeergggh! Too much pressure!"

Lisanna gently shouted, "Hermit, you silly goblin! Holding it in won't help! Just hurry to the restroom already!"

He scuttled with his head leaned back and mouth agape, his drooped ears dragging behind him like sad, deflated balloons. His hand clenched his butt with a death grip, to prevent an impending disaster, while the other hand tightly clutched his bloated belly, creating an awkward dance of contorted limbs.

"Wreeee! Reeee! Oh, no! Greee!"

Hermit's cheeks burned with humiliation, but he couldn't stop now. He had to reach the restroom in time, or else... "Qu-qu-quick! Gotta go! Ughhh... hufffff... eekk!" he groaned awkwardly.

Finally reaching the restroom door, Hermit barged in like a tornado, causing a whirlwind of sounds as he frantically searched for an empty stall.

"Hurry, hurry, Hermit needs a stall! Where is the empty one? Oh, there it is! No, wait, that's not it! Ugh, stupid goblin brain!" he squealed in a high-pitched, frantic voice. 

As he finally spotted an available stall, Hermit's hands trembled as he struggled to unfasten his shorts. Fumbling like a bumbling clown, he desperately tugged at the fabric, his fingers getting tangled in the process.

"Come on, stupid shorts! Why are you so difficult? Stupid button, why so difficult? Hermit needs to go now! Come on! Relent to my fingers, you stupid things! Oh, my poor, poor tummy!" he grumbled, his voice strained with impatience. 

Hermit's frantic dance continued as he fumbled with his shorts, desperately trying to pull them down. The restroom echoed with the sound of rapid shuffling and thudding, like an out-of-control tap dance routine.

And then, as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke, one of the restroom stall doors swung open with a creak. Hermit froze, his wide startled eyes meeting the menacing gaze of David, his tormentor.

After seeing the goblin, David sneered, "Well well well, what do we have here? Isn't it little Hermit, the disgusting goblin?"

Hermit's brain turned into mush, his thoughts a chaotic symphony of panic and terror. He opened his mouth wide, attempting to scream for help, but before he could utter a sound, David was faster than a lightning strike. He grabbed a toilet scrubber that was lying in the soiled toilet bowl, the sound of its wet manure-covered bristles squelching as he pulled it out, and quickly jammed it into Hermit's mouth, silencing him with a muffled shriek.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Hermit squealed in muffled protest, his eyes wide with fear and anxiety.

David chuckled darkly, reveling in his cruel power over the defenseless goblin.

 "That's right, you disgusting little vermin. Keep those squeaks to yourself and enjoy the tasty feces you love so much," he taunted, the sinister glee evident in his voice.

"Or what? Did you really think you can escape me, little goblin? Well, think again!" he taunted, relishing every moment of Hermit's humiliation.

Hermit found himself wrestling with a ghastly, filthy toilet scrubber that had been mercilessly jammed down his throat by David. The object was so vile and putrid that its very presence threatened to suffocate him, leaving him gasping for air like a drowning puppy in the depths of despair.

"Mmmrrfff! Ghruuufff! Grrrraaaghh!" Hermit desperately tried to express his agony and plea for mercy as the loathsome scrubber invaded his mouth.

The scrubber's bristles scraped against his throat, causing searing pain with every desperate attempt to breathe. Tears of agony streamed down his cheeks as he fought against the oppressive grip of the repulsive scrubber. Hermit's eyes were wide with fear and disbelief as he struggled to comprehend the sheer nightmarish reality of the situation.

With a twisted grin, David taunted him, "Look at you, dumb goblin! Struggling like a pitiful worm in my grasp! You thought you could outsmart me? Ha! You're nothing but a dim-witted creature destined for suffering!"

His bloated belly, now a grotesque sight, felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. The pressure within him intensified with each labored breath as if he were a volatile potion about to boil over.

Every fiber of his being screamed for mercy, but the vile scrubber showed no remorse. It seemed to mock him, a tormentor from the depths of a malevolent underworld. In his mind's eye, Hermit saw the scrubber as a monstrous creature, its bristles transforming into sharp, fanged teeth, seeking to devour him from the inside out.

"Grrrgh! Mmmrrraaaggghh!" he pleaded, his breaths coming in labored gasps.

While Hermit was wrestling with the scrubber, David seized Hermit's ears, treating them like mere playthings, twisting and squeezing the delicate appendages in his merciless grip. The pain was excruciating, and Hermit's voice was stifled as he let out a muffled shout, "Mhhhhmmmhef!"

 The intensity of his suffering was so extreme that it manifested in an unexpected and explosive manner - a loud and thunderous fart, echoing through the room.

David reached for a thin rope in his pocket and proceeded to wrap the rope around Hermit's ears. The rope tightened around the delicate flesh, crushing it with a cruel and unforgiving knot. The agonizing pressure made the goblin scream even louder, "Mheeeegeeeeh!", his voice now a heart-rending symphony of pain.

The rope acted like a viper's embrace, coiling around Hermit's ears like venomous tendrils, squeezing the life out of the once-cherished appendages. Hermit's ears swelled and throbbed with every passing moment, turning a deep shade of purple as if on the brink of exploding.

David tossed the other end of the rope over the restroom toilet stall door frame and hoisted Hermit into the air. The goblin dangled helplessly like a sandbag in the middle of the doorframe, his body suspended by his tortured ears, pain coursing through every fiber of his being. He screamed, but the scrubber had silenced him, leaving only a gut-wrenching symphony of anguished moans echoing through the restroom. 

"Aaaaghhhh! Oh... uuurrgghh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ughhhh! Grrraaahhh! Gahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" 

His once small and feeble belly now bulged out grotesquely, like an overinflated balloon on the verge of bursting. With each movement, it churned and squelched, producing eerie, stomach-turning noises that echoed through the restroom like a haunting melody of torment. It seemed as if his belly was filled to the brim with some dark and malevolent liquid, sloshing with every motion, like a grotesque cauldron of misery.

With every twist and turn, Hermit's insides felt like a volcanic eruption, unleashing an unyielding torrent of explosive diarrhea that surged through his bowels without mercy. The sound of his bowels unleashed a deafening roar that echoed through the restroom, causing tremors of terror in the hearts of any unfortunate souls who could hear it.