ggggggrbbblll…

“ggh… ngh…”

the horrible gurgling noise and sound of deimos groaning woke sanford from his half asleep state, prompting him to turn on the light next to their shared bed and see what was wrong. his boyfriend and partner in crime was still curled up on his side, clutching his swollen stomach with a grimace across his face, just as he had been for the past hour.

“still got a tummy ache?” sanford asked, to which deimos responded with a nod. his gut had been making that awful noise all night, as a result of him binging on multiple bags of spicy chips, and an entire bottle of soda. the result was his belly swelling up like a balloon, and stabbing pangs of indigestion.

sanford had an idea of how to help, but it was more than a little bit self indulgent. but deimos wouldn’t mind it if it helped his tummy troubles, right…?

sanford sat up, moving the covers away from his body. “here, i’ll help. sit on my lap, facing me.” deimos was a bit confused, but got on his knees and straddled sanford’s lap anyways. sanford took the chance to feel up his stomach, feeling almost impressed by how swollen it was. deimos almost looked as if he was pregnant, but the only thing filling his tummy was a buildup of junk and gas. he rested one hand on deimos’s back, and used the palm of his other hand to push down on his belly. deimos jumped at the sudden contact.

“w-wait, sanford, don’t do that, i’ll-!”

prrrbbbt-BBBRRRRRT!

all of deimos’s blood rushed to his face as two small farts were forced out of his gut by sanford’s squeezing, releasing an almost smokey stench into the room. deimos saw sanford look up at him, and quickly averted his gaze.

“a-ah… i-i’m sorry…”

“yeah, you should be sorry.” sanford paused, then gave deimos a quick kiss on the cheek before giving his stomach another squeeze, harder than the last one. “that was a weak one.”

bbbbbrrrRRRRRRAAAAAAPP-PPTTT!
another sputtery fart was squeezed out of the smaller man, who still refused to look his partner in the eye. his other hand moved down to deimos’s ass, which was noticeably tensed.

“why are you trying to hold it in?” sanford asked.

“w-why do you think i am, idiot? it’s embarrassing!” deimos’s face was bright red at this point, adorably humiliated by the rotting meat-like odor that had forced its way out of his bowels, which sanford didn’t even seem to have noticed.

“come on, i’ve farted around you dozens of times.” deimos yelped as sanford grabbed one of his plush ass cheeks and spread him open, keeping him from holding his gas in. “just let it all out hun, you’ll feel so much better when you do~” sanford cooed as he gave his belly another firm squeeze.

BBBBBBBRRRAAAAMMMMPPPTTT!

now that deimos was kept from trying to hold his gas in, his next fart was noticeably louder than his last two, to the point where he was starting to worry hank and doc would be able to hear them. even worse, the stench filling the room was starting to get hard to ignore, but sanford remained stone faced as always. how was he able to handle the smell when deimos couldn’t even handle his own brand?

well, the truth was, sanford had a bit of a kink for deimos’s flatulence, and gas in general. he wasn’t proud of it by any means, but on the rare occasion that deimos let one slip while he was nearby, sanford would often excuse himself to his room, and pleasure himself to the thought, often cringing at himself afterwards. why couldn’t he just be into something like bondage instead?

unfortunately, a certain muscle down south had decided to give him away, and deimos noticed thanks to their close proximity.

“sanford… a-are you getting off on this?”

now it was sanford’s turn to be embarrassed. he loosened his grip on deimos’s gut and ass, and looked down in shame. “...y-yeah, sorry.” god, how could he have done this, basically forcing deimos to fart for his own pleasure when all he wanted was relief?

there was silence between the two men, before deimos spread his cheeks apart with his hands, and leaned forward.
“hnngh-!”

PPPBBBLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRTTTTT!

sanford jolted at the sudden bomb deimos dropped in his lap, which had enough force behind it that he felt his legs vibrate.

“a-ah, geez, that one really stinks…” deimos cringed as he fanned his nose. he wasn’t wrong, the already meaty scent was beginning to mix with a smell not too different from a dumpster on a hot day. and sanford loved it. but even then, he was still nervous in fully indulging in his kink.

“y-you don’t have to do this deimos. i don’t want you doing something you’re uncomfortable with just to-” he was cut off my deimos ripping another hefty fart in his lap, not missing the fact that he moaned in pleasure a bit as he did.

“come on, it’s less embarrassing to rip farts in front of you if i know you’re enjoying it~” deimos wiggled his butt and smirked, and sanford’s face lit up as his hands snapped right back to massaging deimos’s rear and kissed up and down his neck, as his boyfriend started to let rip his meatiest farts of the night.

bbBBbbBBBRT-BbbBBBBBBRBTHH!

FFFFFFBBbbbbBBBRRROOOOORRRTTTTTT!

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRROOOOOOOARTTTHHH

“fuuuck, feels so fucking good~” deimos moaned in ecstacy as his stomach continued to release the built up pressure over the span of almost ten minutes, filling the room with a suffocating miasma similar to a room filled with rotting corpses. sanford couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pajama pants.

“looks like i’m not the only one enjoying this,” sanford teased as he kept peppering deimos’s neck with kisses.

“heh, it’s hard not to get a chub with you groping me like that…” deimos winced as his stomach gurgled, louder than it had all night. “but… u-uh, you might wanna let up soon, some of those last farts felt kinda wet…”

“so?”

“e-eh?” deimos went bug eyed. “what do you mean, ‘so’? do you want me to shit myself or something?”

“yee.”

deimos’s blush returned, and he considered the idea. was he really about to shit himself, willingly and on purpose? what a filthy thought…

“...nobody can ever find out about this, alright?” deimos pleaded, newfound determination in his eyes.

“i figured that was a given.” sanford gave him another kiss, before resting his head on his shoulder to give himself a better view of deimos’s ass for the grand finale of the night. “now, c’mon baby, let it all out for me~” deimos closed his eyes, and grunted…

BBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRTCHHHHHHHHH!

“g-gahh…~” deimos whimpered in pleasure, and sanford watched and felt as his pajama pants swelled and stretched, filling with the disgusting result of all of the binge eating he’d done earlier. the result was a hefty pile of shit resting in his boxers, and a stench that would be absolutely unbearable for anyone but the two men. deimos panted from the exertion, and looked down at the damage. “holy hell, i can’t believe i just did that…” he took his eyes off of himself, and onto sanford’s lap. “...did you cum in your pants from watching me shit myself?”

“...yes.”

“god, you’re disgusting.” deimos pulled sanford in for one last kiss before getting out of bed, cringing at the squishy feeling between his legs. “now come on, we’ve gotta burn these pants…”

they’d definitely be exploring this part of their sex life again in the future...

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Pub: 22 Jul 2021 05:19 UTC
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