Scott has an accident (Graphic)
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 15
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pridefultiny
Scott was having the time of his life knowing that Stiles was smelling his endless gas. The simple act of farting on his BFF fueled his pride and made him feel powerful; not only was it funny but it was easy. "Hey, Stiles! How does it feel to be dominated by a true ALPHA'S farts?" Scott called down, knowing Stiles couldn't respond. His stomach churned from both excitement and all the tacos and burritos he ate. The cheap meat, refried beans, and strong cheeses along with the insane amount of hot sauce were all working together in his digestive tract to brew up the worst gas fathomable. He felt another gas bubble form in his gut. This one wasn't bigger than the last one but it felt different in a way Scott couldn't place. Hoping this would be better than the boring SBD, he wanted to be ready for it.
Scott could still feel Stiles' struggles beneath his asshole but it was too faint and he wanted this fart to be perfect. He leaned just slightly to the left, not enough to lift his right cheek but enough to put his plan into action. Reaching around with his right hand Scott got a firm grip on his hairy buttcheek. tugging muscle as much as he could, Scott felt his hole start to ache as it stretched wide. He slowly evened out his weight before doing the same thing with his left side. He could feel even more of Stiles' details below him and it only made him more excited. Below his burning rectum, Scott could feel Stiles' chest and lower face and thought of something that would make it even better.
Scott leaned back just the slightest bit and gripped the jockstrap pouch holding his cock and balls lifting it up. He reached underneath and stuck his thumb and pointer finger under his taint. Feeling the bottom of Stiles' feet, a smirk grew on Scott's face as he gripped them and tugged. The weak pull was all that was needed to move Stiles' body a quarter of an inch. Now Scott could feel the outline of Stiles' face under his pulsing ring. Scott questioned if he was going too far but merely looked back at the bite mark on his thumb and shrugged. "Fuck it, he'll be fine." Scott's gut gurgled as the ball of gas made its way down to the end of his intestines.
Stiles was most certainly not fine. He thrashed about trying to rid his skin of the burning greenish film that coated his upper body. His lungs felt like they were on fire as well as his windpipe. Still coughing ferociously he wanted to give up but his body was fighting to live. He was able to hear Scott above talking about being a true alpha and got angrier than he was. "The fuck does being an alpha have to do with torturing your friends?" He wished he could give Scott a piece of his mind. His anger was replaced with terror as he heard more gurgling in the body above him. "How could he still not be done?" Stiles surely was dead and this was hell. He never thought there'd be any way Scott would intentionally do this to him but here he was. The weight above Stiles shifted but he dared not hope that Scott would end this.
Stiles' instinct was right as the hairy mountains of muscle above him were simply pulled apart. The Slimy ring that rested on his upper body stretched wide before it began to press down harder than before. Stiles thought breathing before was hard but now the sheer weight made it next to impossible to inhale anything at all. The weight above shifted more before the pressure got even harder and Stiles felt like he would pop like a grape any moment. There was sudden pressure on his feet and Stiles was dragged closer to the pits of hell as his vision became solely of the inner working of Scott's anus. The last time he was in this position Stiles had choked on the fetid air that Scott expelled and that was when he had clothes on. Stiles couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen now. He thrashed about while looking up at the anal canal with his stinging eyeballs. The green gas had coated Scott's insides even worse than it did Stiles and he could see a thick goop that coated the rectum walls. With each of Scott's heartbeats, the wide canal would pulse. Stiles was lost in the details and almost forgot what was happening, he was so out of it that his waking mind was playing tricks on him and trying to soothe his consciousness. A gurgling echoed way up the canal and Stiles snapped back to reality. It sounded like the noise was coming down a long hallway; he was scared to see the other end.
Scott felt his prized fart making its way to the end of its journey. He gripped the chair handles like he was about to go on a roller coaster ride. He wanted to let this one come out on its own so he avoided pushing. He could feel the pressure enter his rectum before filling his anal canal where it stopped. Scott got annoyed. "Come on! Burst! I can feel you trying," He decided to help it, he used the armrests to lift himself, not enough for his butt to leave the seat but just enough for his asshole's lips to lift off of Stiles. "Alright here goes nothing!" He said loudly with a big smile forming on his face before he dropped his weight back down. He felt his anus collide back into Stiles' helpless self. The sudden drop was all the pressure needed to push his fart out the rest of the way. Scott heard a quiet "plop" before he lifted an eyebrow. "Really? That's it?" He said to himself. The churning continued and he realized that must've not been it. He was done messing around so he clenched his abs to force the rest out. Another "plop" came out this one slightly louder. Figuring that was just the gas bubble popping, Scott was irritated. He expected some big blast to blow the others out of the ballpark.
The ass lips around Stiles' face trembled and he could feel the horror approaching. Looking up Stiles could see the tube of Scott's anal canal begin to expand and widen. His own eyes widened in response as he saw a wall of brown coming down quickly. "He wouldn't!" Stiles choked before he began to shake violently. He clamped his eyes and mouth shut preparing for impact. After a few seconds of stillness, nothing happened. He dared to sniffle a bit and the foul odor of raw unfiltered shit filled his nostril giving him the urge to vomit. Stiles dared open his eyes to a squint. The wall of shit above him was motionless. Maybe Scott really wouldn't do that to his best friend of all time. Stiles began to feel hope again, as his body continued to tremble and tears formed in his eyes. "Maybe, Scott would let him out of this mess," he dared to think. The anus that was pressed into the cushion around his head started to lift away. The bottom part of it lifted off his upper chest and Stiles could feel himself start to sob. He knew this was too much, even for Scott to inflict on someone. The stench was pure torture but he could endure it for a moment longer if that meant he'd be free.
The ring of flesh stopped lifting when it was just a few inches above him and Stiles wondered what the hold-up was. "ALRIGHT HERE GOES NOTHING!" Stiles heard Scott's voice reverberating around him through the flesh of his ass. His face turned white as his life began flashing before his eyes. Scott's anus, currently half the size of Stiles' whole body came crashing back down. He clamped his eyes and mouth shut again but as the ring of muscle fell onto his stomach and chest all the rancid air in his lungs was forced out and his eyes felt like they would bulge out of his head forcing them open. A tsunami of shit came crashing down over him. covering his face and filling his mouth. all he could hear were squelching sounds as his ears too filled with the creamy fluid. Stiles' senses were completely overloaded. He choked on the burning hot shit that was billowing out of Scott's asshole. His lungs couldn't hold more and he felt his body wretch as it tried to vomit causing his other pipe to open. At the same time that Stiles' stomach's contents flowed up his esophagus, Scott clenched down on his abs. the pressure from above increased, and Stiles' vomit reversed direction as shit was shotgunned down his throat. Scott's abdominal flex easily overpowered Stiles' body, making him chug down the foul textured excrement. As his stomach began to overflow with Scott's shit, it had nowhere else to go than outward as Stiles' body began to get caked into the fresh Skidmark on Scott's computer chair.
A stench of pure shit started to waft up around Scott. He smiled to himself with pride, "at least it was a stinker."
He felt a distinct wetness spreading around his hole. "Stiles must be crying again, what a baby," Scott said while shaking his head. More gurgling started in his bloated gut, way louder than before. "Alright, here we GO!" He yelled. Scott was getting antsy for the grand fart he promised Stiles. Feeling this one coming out fast he leaned forward and bore down, It took a few seconds of clenching before it came. SQQUIIIIIIIIRRRRPPPP, Scott's asshole percussed out loudly as he realized too late that he just sharted on Stiles. What he didn't realize was that this was his third shart in a span of seconds. His jawed dropped and his face began to grow a deep red. Jumping into the air, Scott heard his buttcheeks let out a wet slap as they collided together. He turned around and looked to see a brown stain on his chair. Looking closer, he still couldn't see Stiles! "Stiles must have escaped before I sharted, thank God! he'd kill me if I shat on him." Scott let out a sigh of relief.
Stepping around his chair, Scott felt the creaminess smooshing between his cheeks with each step. With each footfall his legs caused his cheeks to jiggle about while he made his way to his bathroom. After grabbing some toilet paper, he walked back and scooped up the mess on his chair. There was more than he thought but he got most of it in one go and dropped it in the toilet. He went back to his room and scanned the floor for Stiles. "I hope I can find him soon and make sure he's fine." Scott's stomach grumbled as he thought about what to do next.
Scott could still feel Stiles' struggles beneath his asshole but it was too faint and he wanted this fart to be perfect. He leaned just slightly to the left, not enough to lift his right cheek but enough to put his plan into action. Reaching around with his right hand Scott got a firm grip on his hairy buttcheek. tugging muscle as much as he could, Scott felt his hole start to ache as it stretched wide. He slowly evened out his weight before doing the same thing with his left side. He could feel even more of Stiles' details below him and it only made him more excited. Below his burning rectum, Scott could feel Stiles' chest and lower face and thought of something that would make it even better.
Scott leaned back just the slightest bit and gripped the jockstrap pouch holding his cock and balls lifting it up. He reached underneath and stuck his thumb and pointer finger under his taint. Feeling the bottom of Stiles' feet, a smirk grew on Scott's face as he gripped them and tugged. The weak pull was all that was needed to move Stiles' body a quarter of an inch. Now Scott could feel the outline of Stiles' face under his pulsing ring. Scott questioned if he was going too far but merely looked back at the bite mark on his thumb and shrugged. "Fuck it, he'll be fine." Scott's gut gurgled as the ball of gas made its way down to the end of his intestines.
Stiles was most certainly not fine. He thrashed about trying to rid his skin of the burning greenish film that coated his upper body. His lungs felt like they were on fire as well as his windpipe. Still coughing ferociously he wanted to give up but his body was fighting to live. He was able to hear Scott above talking about being a true alpha and got angrier than he was. "The fuck does being an alpha have to do with torturing your friends?" He wished he could give Scott a piece of his mind. His anger was replaced with terror as he heard more gurgling in the body above him. "How could he still not be done?" Stiles surely was dead and this was hell. He never thought there'd be any way Scott would intentionally do this to him but here he was. The weight above Stiles shifted but he dared not hope that Scott would end this.
Stiles' instinct was right as the hairy mountains of muscle above him were simply pulled apart. The Slimy ring that rested on his upper body stretched wide before it began to press down harder than before. Stiles thought breathing before was hard but now the sheer weight made it next to impossible to inhale anything at all. The weight above shifted more before the pressure got even harder and Stiles felt like he would pop like a grape any moment. There was sudden pressure on his feet and Stiles was dragged closer to the pits of hell as his vision became solely of the inner working of Scott's anus. The last time he was in this position Stiles had choked on the fetid air that Scott expelled and that was when he had clothes on. Stiles couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen now. He thrashed about while looking up at the anal canal with his stinging eyeballs. The green gas had coated Scott's insides even worse than it did Stiles and he could see a thick goop that coated the rectum walls. With each of Scott's heartbeats, the wide canal would pulse. Stiles was lost in the details and almost forgot what was happening, he was so out of it that his waking mind was playing tricks on him and trying to soothe his consciousness. A gurgling echoed way up the canal and Stiles snapped back to reality. It sounded like the noise was coming down a long hallway; he was scared to see the other end.
Scott felt his prized fart making its way to the end of its journey. He gripped the chair handles like he was about to go on a roller coaster ride. He wanted to let this one come out on its own so he avoided pushing. He could feel the pressure enter his rectum before filling his anal canal where it stopped. Scott got annoyed. "Come on! Burst! I can feel you trying," He decided to help it, he used the armrests to lift himself, not enough for his butt to leave the seat but just enough for his asshole's lips to lift off of Stiles. "Alright here goes nothing!" He said loudly with a big smile forming on his face before he dropped his weight back down. He felt his anus collide back into Stiles' helpless self. The sudden drop was all the pressure needed to push his fart out the rest of the way. Scott heard a quiet "plop" before he lifted an eyebrow. "Really? That's it?" He said to himself. The churning continued and he realized that must've not been it. He was done messing around so he clenched his abs to force the rest out. Another "plop" came out this one slightly louder. Figuring that was just the gas bubble popping, Scott was irritated. He expected some big blast to blow the others out of the ballpark.
The ass lips around Stiles' face trembled and he could feel the horror approaching. Looking up Stiles could see the tube of Scott's anal canal begin to expand and widen. His own eyes widened in response as he saw a wall of brown coming down quickly. "He wouldn't!" Stiles choked before he began to shake violently. He clamped his eyes and mouth shut preparing for impact. After a few seconds of stillness, nothing happened. He dared to sniffle a bit and the foul odor of raw unfiltered shit filled his nostril giving him the urge to vomit. Stiles dared open his eyes to a squint. The wall of shit above him was motionless. Maybe Scott really wouldn't do that to his best friend of all time. Stiles began to feel hope again, as his body continued to tremble and tears formed in his eyes. "Maybe, Scott would let him out of this mess," he dared to think. The anus that was pressed into the cushion around his head started to lift away. The bottom part of it lifted off his upper chest and Stiles could feel himself start to sob. He knew this was too much, even for Scott to inflict on someone. The stench was pure torture but he could endure it for a moment longer if that meant he'd be free.
The ring of flesh stopped lifting when it was just a few inches above him and Stiles wondered what the hold-up was. "ALRIGHT HERE GOES NOTHING!" Stiles heard Scott's voice reverberating around him through the flesh of his ass. His face turned white as his life began flashing before his eyes. Scott's anus, currently half the size of Stiles' whole body came crashing back down. He clamped his eyes and mouth shut again but as the ring of muscle fell onto his stomach and chest all the rancid air in his lungs was forced out and his eyes felt like they would bulge out of his head forcing them open. A tsunami of shit came crashing down over him. covering his face and filling his mouth. all he could hear were squelching sounds as his ears too filled with the creamy fluid. Stiles' senses were completely overloaded. He choked on the burning hot shit that was billowing out of Scott's asshole. His lungs couldn't hold more and he felt his body wretch as it tried to vomit causing his other pipe to open. At the same time that Stiles' stomach's contents flowed up his esophagus, Scott clenched down on his abs. the pressure from above increased, and Stiles' vomit reversed direction as shit was shotgunned down his throat. Scott's abdominal flex easily overpowered Stiles' body, making him chug down the foul textured excrement. As his stomach began to overflow with Scott's shit, it had nowhere else to go than outward as Stiles' body began to get caked into the fresh Skidmark on Scott's computer chair.
A stench of pure shit started to waft up around Scott. He smiled to himself with pride, "at least it was a stinker."
He felt a distinct wetness spreading around his hole. "Stiles must be crying again, what a baby," Scott said while shaking his head. More gurgling started in his bloated gut, way louder than before. "Alright, here we GO!" He yelled. Scott was getting antsy for the grand fart he promised Stiles. Feeling this one coming out fast he leaned forward and bore down, It took a few seconds of clenching before it came. SQQUIIIIIIIIRRRRPPPP, Scott's asshole percussed out loudly as he realized too late that he just sharted on Stiles. What he didn't realize was that this was his third shart in a span of seconds. His jawed dropped and his face began to grow a deep red. Jumping into the air, Scott heard his buttcheeks let out a wet slap as they collided together. He turned around and looked to see a brown stain on his chair. Looking closer, he still couldn't see Stiles! "Stiles must have escaped before I sharted, thank God! he'd kill me if I shat on him." Scott let out a sigh of relief.
Stepping around his chair, Scott felt the creaminess smooshing between his cheeks with each step. With each footfall his legs caused his cheeks to jiggle about while he made his way to his bathroom. After grabbing some toilet paper, he walked back and scooped up the mess on his chair. There was more than he thought but he got most of it in one go and dropped it in the toilet. He went back to his room and scanned the floor for Stiles. "I hope I can find him soon and make sure he's fine." Scott's stomach grumbled as he thought about what to do next.
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