Sydney’s eyes slowly began to peel back as he slipped into consciousness. His head was spinning and his entire body felt slow and dazed. He couldn’t quite recall what had happened, but as he looked up, a few memories started to return. Above him was a clean, tiled ceiling with bright lights beaming down. He was surrounded by a tall, single blue wall, it forming a circle around him. Judging by how smooth it was, and the way the lights reflected off of it, Syd guessed it must’ve been plastic. He was directly in the centre of the strange bowl, rubbing his head as what felt like a hangover began to fade. He recalled getting a promotion - he’d been working part time at the Daycare for a month now, and he was offered a full-time position. It wasn’t the best paying job in the world, and no-one seemed to want it, but it was easy money, and he was in no position to decline. He tried his best to remember what the job title was, it could lead to more memories after all.
That’s when it hit him - he started to add it all up. The job he’d applied for was ‘Cub and Potty Hygiene’! He hadn’t known what it had meant, until now. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings with crystal-clear clarity. Sydney was shrunken down by the Daycare’s owner, and put inside a small, blue training potty! It was the only potty in the entire daycare, being located inside a small cubicle in the bathroom. The folf was slightly confused though, as barely any of the cubs were potty trained, if any! Regardless, he’d worked out why no-one wanted the job, and he too started to feel the same way. As he stood up and tried to look for a way out, he began to remember the specific, gritter details of his job. He’d be trapped in the potty all day, cubs would come in and use it and part of the bottom would fall away after to drain most of the waste. Wipes would then be deposited down into the potty for the folf to use to clean up the leftovers - and himself!
Of course, he was told these details and shrunken down immediately after, before he had any time to protest. Syd growled and grumbled to himself, mostly at how stupid he’d been to accept such a disgusting job. He tried to climb up the sides of the potty, even run up them, but like a spider in a bathtub, he’d simply slip back down into the centre. He was trapped, with no hope of escape! After twenty minutes, he began to hear noises from outside. The daycare had opened and cubs were slowly filling it up. He could only pray that they would all continue to use their diapers, and that he wouldn’t have any ‘work’ to do. Praying wouldn’t fix his situation completely, so he kept up trying to find a way to escape. However, his plans were cut short as he heard the door to the restroom swing open, and a few giggles met his ears.
He instantly recognised them, and his heart dropped. The boys entering the bathroom were the only two cubs in the daycare to be potty trained, and they were easily the stinkiest. Jake and Jowy, two chubby bear cubs with dark grey fur and teal patches. Syd groaned to himself - he remembered being grateful that they were potty trained! But now, he absolutely hated the fact, frozen up in the bottom of the training toilet with terror.
“Heyyyy! Move out of the way, buttface! I gotta go first!” Jake giggled, gently shoving his brother as he rushed into the restroom.
“Hey no fair! I need to go too!” Jowy retorted, backing up his point by blowing a long, airy fart that echoed through the tiled room, meeting Syd’s ears. The folf’s ears lowered and he whimpered, especially when a second, wet fart splattered out into the seat of Jake’s undies.
“Hehe! That sounded soggy… I’m goin’ first!” Jake giggled, quickly barging past his brother as he was busy being stunned by the stench of the bear’s rancid fart.
Sydney heard the door to the cubicle slam shut, before the lock clicked into place - he was now locked in with the chubby bear, and judging by the sound of his farts, he was in trouble!
“Nnngf.. Don’t be too long bro! I gotta poop real bad..” Jowy whined, rubbing his tummy as he bounced around outside the cubicle. Jake, meanwhile, ignored his brother as he approached the training potty, peering down inside.
“Oooh! The grown ups weren’t lying! You really are in here. Hiya Sydney!” the bear said, gleefully. Sydney felt relieved - the bear noticed him first! Maybe he’d help him escape.
“J-jake! You’ve gotta get me out of this thing!” the folf whimpered, to which the chubby boy simply laughed.
“Nu uh silly! It’s your job now. The grown ups told me so! They said we gotta’ go poopies just like we always do!”
“P-poopies?! Y-you can’t! Not whilst I’m in here!”
“I can silly! And besides, I gotta go REAL bad.. They gave us chili for lunch!” Jake said with an innocent giggle as he unbuckled his jeans and turned around.
The poor, trapped fox-wolf hybrid froze up, eyes going wide with terror as the bear’s chubby, pudgy backside loomed overhead, covered only by a tight, stained pair of cartoon underwear, which he quickly tugged down.
“Good luck Sydney! It’s gonna be biiiiiiiig! Fire down below!” the boy snickered, before bringing his backside down and sitting it atop the potty. He completely smothered the toilet with his butt, sealing it off from the outside world, stopping any light or air from getting in. All Syd could see was the boy’s chubby buttcheeks, mere inches above his tiny face. Worse yet, a grumble came from Jake’s tummy, which had the little bear squirming and fidgeting. Without further delay, and much to the folf’s horror, Jake grunted softly and let rip a wet, hot, rancid fart into the bowl of the training potty. The plastic vibrated and the force of his fart knocked Sydney onto his back, battering his face with the putrid gas!
For an entire seven seconds Sydney was bombarded with boy-fart, his fur blowing back and his nostrils burning due to the stench. It instantly replaced all the air in the plastic potty, meaning all he had to breathe was Jake’s flatus! He coughed and spluttered, but that wasn’t the worst of it yet. Three more farts ripped out, each one getting wetter and wetter, until a fourth shot out. It was much more than a fart - Sydney groaned as a fine spray of chunky, liquidy scat coated the potty like brown spray-paint.
“Oopsie! Hehe, that sounded wet and stinky! Hnnnnggg..” Jake paused to giggle, before going straight back to grunting.
What followed next was no longer gas. A loud, wet cacophony of plops, squelches and splats came from his butt as he let loose with a torrent of chili-fueled diarrhea! It plopped out of his butt with some force, spraying Syd like a blast from a firehose! He gagged and groaned as a pool of liquid poop began to form at his feet, Jake grunting all the more as the spicy, chunky fudge poured out from between his pudgy buttcheeks, coating Syd in a layer of gooey, brown paint. Syd was wading around up to his knees in scat, a few solid chunks floating around in the festering pool. He was gagging, coughing and wheezing at the sheer vileness of the air he was breathing, and the stench had his eyes watering. Things only got worse as Jake effortlessly blew out a final few farts, sending a fine spray of shit all over the tiny little folf, as well as flooding the chamber with yet more farts for him to breathe. The chili had wreaked utter havoc on his bowels, and by the time Jake was done, he had wreaked havoc on Sydney and the tiny potty!
The inside was no longer blue, but completely brown, a thick, chunky layer coating it and ensuring for one hellish clean-up job! The poor folf wasn’t free of his torment just yet though. The back of the potty suddenly clicked open, and from the hole came a neatly folded, white piece of cloth. With Jake’s muddy bottom looming above him, it was very obvious what Sydney had to do. He groaned and tried his best to get used to the stink, but with pure cub-fart filling his nose, it was hard to even think straight. He grabbed the cloth and unfolded it, looking up at the chubby, poop-coated boy-bum hovering above him. Unfortunately, Syd was quickly learning first hand the ‘secret’ about Jake and Jowy - the boy’s were so stinky not because of their huge, rumbly farts, but because of all of their farts! Jake was almost constantly farting, they were just muffled by his jeans. Even now, with his butt practically smothering Syd’s face, the boy was letting out a constant stream of squeaky farts, making the smell worse and worse.
‘Prrrpt. Brrlppt. Brapppt. Peerrppt. Frrpt.’
The poor, now brown folf got to work cleaning, rubbing the cloth over the cub’s backside, it quickly getting coated in poop. Chunks of it broke free from his fur, landing onto the potty’s floor with a squelch. Eventually, Sydney was finished, and Jake sighed with relief after his repulsive dump, offering an innocent giggle and a squeaky fart as he stood up and pulled his pants back around his waist. Sydney was completely dazed by the stench, unable to move as part of the potty’s floor collapsed, allowing the festering stew of cub-scat to pour down a hole, leaving Syd with only the residue to clean up.
“Hehehe! You smell like poopy farts! Silly folfy..” Jake chuckled, opening the cubicle door and leaving Syd to stew in his aftermath.
However, as soon as Jake left, Jowy barged in, clutching his tummy as he squirmed and bounced up and down, all the scat inside of him sloshing around.
“Nnnggff.. I gotta poop real baaad!” he whined, desperately grabbing at the buckle of his jeans. Unfortunately, he was too slow. Jake had taken too long, and Jowy was left so desperate that he was sweating. He, unable to get his pants down in time, simply squatted where he stood and began to load his undies with steamy, chunky fudge. His jeans bulged and bloated as the poop splattered out, packing his undies tightly and forcing them to sag under the weight. With a sigh, a loud, squelching ‘BRAAAAAAPPPPPTTTT!’, and a few more grunts, Jowy was finished unloading and finally stood back up. Unfortuanely for Sydney, this didn’t mean he was free from his duties just yet - he job was CUB and potty hygiene after all!
The folf groaned, wiping his fur as best as he could as he looked up, Jowy’s poopy, stained seat hovering just above him. A few dollops of liquidy poop leaked out of the denim, landing around the folf, one even splatting atop his head, staining his hair.
“You gotta clean my bumbum! It’s all icky and muddy!” Jowy snickered, his chubby tail twitching before a long, bubbly fart rip-roared out. It bubbled through his squishy load like a mud-bath. Syd shuddered at the sound of smell, it somehow being even more acrid than his brother’s dump! Jowy finally unbuckled his jeans and tugged them down, revealing his saggy, browned underwear, the cartoon graphics replaced with stains and lumps of revoltingly stinky bear-poop. Another cloth was deposited above him, which the teenage folf grabbed reluctantly, trying to prepare himself for the intense cleaning job at hand.
Jowy squatted down a little lower, over the training potty. As he did so, his poopy, sloshy bottom ended up bumping into Syd’s face, much to the folf’s disgust. He could feel his nose sink into the warm surface of those brown undies, almost as if they were stuffed full of mashed potatoes. He, with caution, grabbed the left elasticated leg-hole of the boy’s underwear, tugging it loose to allow the liquidy scat inside to flow out. It poured into the potty like sludge, once again gathering around Syd’s feet, whilst Jowy’s underwear ‘deflated’, now less saggy than before as all the poop slipped out.
“Ooh! Thank you Sydney! I feel better already!” he giggled, ‘rewarding’ the folf with a loud, powerful ‘brrrrrrrrrmmmmpppPPPPTpppttPPTT!’ straight to the face, it bubbling through all the poop gathered in between his pudgy buttcheeks. Syd just cringed and pinched his nose.
Whilst he’d emptied the cub’s underwear of the weighty dump inside, he wasn’t done cleaning up the mess leftover. However, Jowy had other ideas.
“Here! Let me help you, stinky folf!” he giggled, reaching back to grab the small teenager with ease. He lifted him up into the air, Syd kicking and squirming as he dangled from the cub’s paw.
“H-HEY! Let me go!” he exclaimed.
“No silly! You’ve got a job to do!” Jowy responded, pulling back the seat of his underwear and letting Syd dangle above it. The folf instantly realised what the chubby bear planned to do - he had only seconds to stare down into the cub’s stained, poopy underwear, the only thing between him, and the boy’s large, pudgy buttocks. With a snicker, Jowy let the folf go, Syd landing with a squelch as he slipped right in between the fabric, and those stinky moons.
Almost straight away he was bombarded with farts! Short, squeaky poots that blasted off his snout and flooded his nostrils with putrid gas. Jowy sighed with relief, pulling his jeans back up, pinning the teenage folf right up against his bum. Syd’s head even slipped between his cheeks, face smothered by his natural exit as it let out a constant stream of puffy farts up his nose. Cub-gas was all the folf could breathe, and as Jowy waddled out of the cubicle, his bum squelching with every step, he clearly had no interest in letting Sydney actually clean his backside. He simply wiggled his jean-clad bottom at Jake, grinned, and vibrated the folf’s entire body with a powerful, meaty ‘Frrrrrrrrrblblblblbblblttt!’. Sydney gagged and squirmed between the chubby bear’s buns..
This was definitely the worst promotion he’d ever gotten!