#(skunk rambles)

Being trapped inside of Bod//hi’s plastic capsule and hotboxed inside of it.

You’re pressed up against his ass, those bright blue shorts of his providing a mildly sweaty barrier to those thick cheeks of his. There’s not a lot of room to move around so you’re stuck there in place, forced to breathe in the musk he's built up back there.

"Sorry about this, bro! There's not exactly a whole lot of room in here!" he chuckles, face slightly red with embarrassment. It's an equally awkward position for him, your nose practically lodged in his asshole.

Then, you hear it. That wet, loud rumble from his tummy. Before you can do or say anything, you're almost blown back by a massive blast of stinky air from his backside. It bellows through your hair like a hurricane and leaves the foul lingering odour of his last meal.

“Yoooo, sorry ‘bout that, dude! I didn't expect that one to shred so hard!" he says, fanning the air around him with very little effectiveness. You're engulfed in the funk of his gas, groaning in a mix of disgust and delight.

A second blast hits you now, overwhelming your nostrils with even more stench. It's like a smelly tornado blowing in your face. You swear it makes the entire capsule rattle with the force.

"Wheeeew! That one was GNARLY! Reaaaally shouldn't have had all those cool new snacks you showed me..." he's embarrassed too, he's literally forcing you to smell his gas right now. But part of him almost seems a little proud of his powerful fumes.

You moan something in response, your voice weak and quiet. It doesn't matter what it was, you're overpowered once again by the thundering roar of his flatulence. Your vision starts to dip in and out as you struggle to remain conscious.

"Hahaha, whoops! Guess that's another reason they call me Windbreaker, eh?" you can just about hear his voice before you pass out, surrounded by the horrible stench of his ass.

Te//lly with farts that seem to go on for at least 10 seconds, maybe even longer. Stuffing themselves with snacks all day long while watching shows doesn't help their noisy ass.

Their poor leather chair has seen hell from all the greasy, salty fumes it has to endure when they're wrapped up in a particularly gripping scene or they just don't feel like getting up to let rip.

Picture this. They're cozied up on their chair, devouring fistfuls of buttery microwave popcorn and glugging fizzy soda, while wrapped up in one of their favourite baking series and they're on a particularly good episode that they love.

But all that greasy junk food and carbonated soda pop is giving them a really rumbly tummy. They're stubbornly holding it in, their face screwing up as a new stabbing pain coarses through their bloated tummy. They rub it in an attempt to soothe the aching but nothing seems to be working.

Eventually, they give in and cock their hips to one side with a hand on their stomach. What follows is a huge, beastly, rumbling fart that almost seems to shake the chair they're sat in. They sigh in relief as the fart continues. It hits the ten second mark... But still seems to drone on.

After what feels like 15-16 seconds, it finally cuts off with a final airy burst. Te//lly almost feels like they've lost weight from the hefty explosion and they sit back in their chair and go right back to feeding their face and watching their show, not even flinching at the stench of burnt wires and movie theater butter that's now tainting the air

I want that man to use my face as a chair so damn badly... Like, let him get reaaaaal cosy, wriggling around until he's comfortable and just enough for my nose to be lodged right between those gorgeous cheeks...

My nose is surrounded by his musk. It's so strong, I can't describe what it smells like directly but it's just such a powerful smell. Intoxicating. Makes me want to convert the air around me to forever smell like his scent.

Ohh but it gets even better. There's that soft little bubbling sound of his stomach and then there's that all too familiar rumble against my nose. God, it's rank. Absolutely putrid. You'd never expect such a gorgeous man to be so horribly gassy but he is. And he fucking knows it drives me mad.

He'd take advantage of just how badly I love huffing his fumes. Walking behind him up the stairs? He's blasting those vile little bubblers the whole time I'm behind him and he knows I'm fighting the urge to bury my face right in his ass.

One last thing.... Sharing a bath or a shower with him. The lovely view of his body is one thing, seeing it wet and glistening in both sweat and water. But god... The gas. In the shower, it's so thick and muggy with his stench and the noises are so disgustingly wet. In the bath, well... There's certainly a special type of 'bubbles' being blown into the waters~

Right off the bat, I just imagine him having extremely big, noisy farts. Like, I’m talking huge rumbling bombs you can hear from the other room. If they had visible gas clouds, they’d defo be rainbow like their afro. They’d either be embarrassed about their noisy ass ooooor they’d be real playful about it. Maybe they’d even use it for a joke punch-line, in the style of those old cartoon gross-out scenes hehe~

Geniunely, any thoughts I have of this man in that context have me in such a feral mood, it's not even funny. I adore every new thought and scenario that fills my head with him...

Like right now. I'm imagining spooning with him, snuggled up in a big comfy bed with some really thick sheets wrapped around our bodies. My arms are around that gorgeous waist of his, perfectly locked around his curves. My hands just barely trace over the warm, taut flesh of his bloated stomach and god I know exactly what he's going to do to me and what he'll call me but I don't care.

Eventually, he'll press his ass into my crotch and let out a horrid, raunchy smelling fart. The stench burns my nose in such a sickening way but, god, do I love it. And the heat that blooms on my crotch only turns me on even more. He'll call me gross and disgusting for liking this shit but it's worth it for him~

Wh-What if… instead of the Ha//nks we had a variation of them that pride on smelling really sweaty/musky and are always full of nasty gas and we called them the Stanks? :3

Just 5 handsome but stinky jocks that always reek like their armpits have been scrubbed down with onions and boy are they proud of it. They come back from an adventure stinking worse than a secondary school boy’s changing room (locker room to ya’ll probably) and they have no shame in how strongly they reek. Careful if you become friendly or romantic with them… you might just have your face pulled right up against a load of musky armpits, cheesy feet and unwashed clothes~

Oh and the gas… they deliberately load up on any foods that will make their stomachs bloat and save it all for you to enjoy, dearest house homie~! They’ll force you up to their lips, releasing deep gurgly belches right in your face, or use you as a personal fart cushion, really working the stench of their rank asses into your poor nose when they’re done.

So…. What do we think? G-Guys…? 😥 🦨