I really start to get gassy."
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 13
· original author:
pridefultiny
"But if you think that was bad, wait until I really start to get gassy," Scott said with a wide grin. "We both know how bad my taco farts were but my burrito farts haven't even started yet." Almost as if on cue, Scott's lower intestine started churning and grumbling. Scott used his left hand to rub more circles over his stomach. "Oh boy."
Stiles had a newfound level of fear and began to thrash even harder. He knew everything Scott was saying to be true, When the burrito farts started, Scott's methane expulsions would reach a new level of toxicity. He had experienced it too many times at regular size but the taco fart alone were much worse than what they normally would be because of his now shrunken stature. "You don't understand, Scott! This isn't just a prank anymore, this is going to be outright dangerous for me!" Stiles struggled in the tight fist like his life depended on it because it just well might.
"Come on, Stiles, your being a big baby. Which is ironic considering how small you are," The teenage werewolf started laughing at his own joke. "Besides, I've got a paper I need to finish and I want my trusty cushion back. Scott started moving his hand containing Stiles back to his computer seat as he went back to leaning on his side. "I'll pull you out when I'm done and we'll go from there, Scott said trying to reassure his friend that he was about to knowingly expose to some of his worst bodily functions.
Tears started coming back to Stiles' eyes, there was no hope that Scott would help him. His sadness quickly turned to resolution, however, he was on his own and had to escape the captor that used to be his friend. After all, what Scott thought of as a funny joke could very well end Stiles' life. As the hand moved him around Scott's skyscraper body, he saw the cheek he was under before starting to lift up. The trapped stench under Scott rose up and Stiles got sick at being back at the stench. He was too weak to break from Scott's grip but saw the giant thumb holding his front and had an idea. Biting down as hard as he could, Stiles' world quickly shifted again as he began free-falling. Stiles braced himself for impact but was thankfully only sore from his hard landing on the plush carpeting in Scott's bedroom. Summoning all the strength he had to get up, Stiles ran as fast as his aching legs could carry him toward the bedroom door. "Maybe, if I can make it to Scott's mom, she'll force him to help me."
"Bastard!" Scott grunted out as he looked at the bite mark on his hand. "Now you're really asking for it," Scott said beginning to well with excitement, his inner wolf loved the idea of a chase. Standing to his full height Scott quickly identified where Stiles had fallen and saw him running across the floor. He was making quicker progress than Scott thought he would've been able to, but nothing compared to the 5'10" Teenager that had superior senses and heightened speed. Scott took a few steps before he let his foot come crashing down right in front of Stiles.
Stiles didn't have time to look back and see where Scott was, he just had to keep running. He started to smell something funky though and barely slowed in time before the giant teen's sweaty foot came crashing down right in front of him. He slammed into the side of Scott's foot with a splat and fell backward onto the carpet. "This is it, I didn't make it," Stiles thought to himself while he looked up to see Scott laughing once again.
Stiles had a newfound level of fear and began to thrash even harder. He knew everything Scott was saying to be true, When the burrito farts started, Scott's methane expulsions would reach a new level of toxicity. He had experienced it too many times at regular size but the taco fart alone were much worse than what they normally would be because of his now shrunken stature. "You don't understand, Scott! This isn't just a prank anymore, this is going to be outright dangerous for me!" Stiles struggled in the tight fist like his life depended on it because it just well might.
"Come on, Stiles, your being a big baby. Which is ironic considering how small you are," The teenage werewolf started laughing at his own joke. "Besides, I've got a paper I need to finish and I want my trusty cushion back. Scott started moving his hand containing Stiles back to his computer seat as he went back to leaning on his side. "I'll pull you out when I'm done and we'll go from there, Scott said trying to reassure his friend that he was about to knowingly expose to some of his worst bodily functions.
Tears started coming back to Stiles' eyes, there was no hope that Scott would help him. His sadness quickly turned to resolution, however, he was on his own and had to escape the captor that used to be his friend. After all, what Scott thought of as a funny joke could very well end Stiles' life. As the hand moved him around Scott's skyscraper body, he saw the cheek he was under before starting to lift up. The trapped stench under Scott rose up and Stiles got sick at being back at the stench. He was too weak to break from Scott's grip but saw the giant thumb holding his front and had an idea. Biting down as hard as he could, Stiles' world quickly shifted again as he began free-falling. Stiles braced himself for impact but was thankfully only sore from his hard landing on the plush carpeting in Scott's bedroom. Summoning all the strength he had to get up, Stiles ran as fast as his aching legs could carry him toward the bedroom door. "Maybe, if I can make it to Scott's mom, she'll force him to help me."
"Bastard!" Scott grunted out as he looked at the bite mark on his hand. "Now you're really asking for it," Scott said beginning to well with excitement, his inner wolf loved the idea of a chase. Standing to his full height Scott quickly identified where Stiles had fallen and saw him running across the floor. He was making quicker progress than Scott thought he would've been able to, but nothing compared to the 5'10" Teenager that had superior senses and heightened speed. Scott took a few steps before he let his foot come crashing down right in front of Stiles.
Stiles didn't have time to look back and see where Scott was, he just had to keep running. He started to smell something funky though and barely slowed in time before the giant teen's sweaty foot came crashing down right in front of him. He slammed into the side of Scott's foot with a splat and fell backward onto the carpet. "This is it, I didn't make it," Stiles thought to himself while he looked up to see Scott laughing once again.
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