Dave sighed to himself as he flicked through the channels on the TV, struggling to find anything
good that he could let his brothers watch too. That disqualified half of the television he
watched and limited him to boring dramas or kid-friendly shows. He’d been left looking after
his two younger brothers, Jake and Jowy, both dark grey bears with teal patches on their
tummies and eyes. They best way to tell them apart was Jake’s patch was around the left,
whereas Jowy’s teal splodge was around his right eye. Apart from that, the two boys were
practically identical, inside and out - literally. They both shared the same insides, in the sense
that they both suffered from lactose intolerance and fierce case of chronic flatulence. Both
boys were practically full of farts, taking great pleasure in the sounds and smells they could
make with their chubby, plump bottoms. Davey was often stuck on the other end of his
brothers, putting up with the various smells they’d create.
Worst of all, was their reluctance to keep up with their potty training. Their parents had been
incredibly strict and finally managed to get the boys out of diapers. They’d gotten fed up with
the insane amount of diapers they’d have to change each day, and so were overjoyed when
Jake and Jowy could be trusted in underwear. However, the two bear parents were away until
morning, with only Davey in charge of the boys. With mom and dad gone, the twins saw no
need to keep up with their potty training, especially when it was so funny to watch their older
brother squirm and gag whenever one of them dropped a load! Davey had already changed
three pairs of poopy underwear at that point, and was exhausted. He was close to falling asleep
in front of the TV what with him laying down on the couch, but his brothers play-fighting on top
of him kept him awake.
Jake had his brother pinned in Davey’s lap for a brief moment, about to emerge victorious,
until Jowy kicked himself free and shoved his brother back. The grey-furred bear lost his footing
on Davey’s chest and much to Jowy’s amusement, stumbled back and landed on top of the
older bear’s face. He let out a muffled squeal from underneath the underwear-clad butt burying
his face, his nose pressing against the musky fabric, snout on the verge of slipping between his
brother’s chubby buttocks! Jake was also surprised by his brother’s shove, so much so that his
bowels instinctively clenched and squeezed out a lot, wet fart that had his underwear rumbling
against Davey’s snout! The stench of rotten milk had him gagging as it bombarded his nostrils,
and before he could shove the bear off another long, sputtering blast vibrated his nose, nostrils
puffing up as a torrent of cub-fart bombarded down them! He promptly shoved the flatulent
bear off and sat up, gagging as his eyes watered from the stench.
“Hehehe! Big bro sniffed my FARTS!” Jake giggled, smacking his butt playfully.
“Uh huh.. Did they smell good bro?” Jowy added, teasing Davey by blowing a squeaky, eggy
poot his way. The older bear scowled and pointed a finger towards the twins in scorn.“Hey! You two behave.” he huffed, his brothers soon quietening back down. He made a mental
note to have a bath later, before sitting himself up on the couch. Jowy was quick to move over
and sit his rump in the bigger bear’s lap, the young cub wearing pajamas to cover his tushy,
unlike his brother. Davey didn’t mind such, and so gently ruffled the boy’s hair as they got to
watching TV.
A good twenty minutes passed, only the occasional foul fart rumbling into his lap, keeping the
smell in the room ripe and stinky. Davey was mostly used to his brothers’ flatulent antics at that
point, but he still groaned each like a wet, rumbly burst shook his lap. However, one particular
fart proved to be too much - Jowy had leaned forward and gave a hefty grunt, only to end up
pushing a little too hard. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that his next fart wouldn’t
end well, but with no parents around to stop him, he was content to suddenly fill his undies
without a care in the world! A moist, bubbly crackling filled the air as a steaming load of brown
scat piled out into his snug undies, stretching them against the seat of his cute Spiderman
pajamas. Davey felt his lap grow hot, damp and immediately detected the pungent stench of
bear-crap as it burned away at his nostrils.
“Uh oh.. I made a big poopy!”
“Oh for.. - Jowy! Naughty!” Davey whined, quickly picking his brother up and lifting him off of
his lap. The damage was already done - the older bear’s crotch reeked of his brother’s mushy,
gooey poop!
“Now I’ll have to give you a bath..” the bear said, rolling as eyes as he carried Jowy upstairs,
Jake following closely behind. With his brother holding him out at arm's length, the poopy bear
cub was free to kick his legs and wiggle about in his underwear-bulging load. His seat drooped
down as if he had a small football stuck inside, pajamas stained a slight murky brown. Each little
wiggle had a gross, sickening ‘squelch’ sound come from his butt, much to both the twin’s
amusement.
“Hey.. Guess what bro!” Jowy suddenly said. Before Davey could answer, he grunted and
blasted his load with a long, wet ‘pppprrrrrmmmpppPPPTTTpppttpPPT!’ of a fart that bubbled
through his poop like hot mud. The sound was absolutely revolting, Davey just shaking his head
as he stepped into the bathroom.
It only took about thirty minutes to have Jowy spotless, bum clean and mostly free of stink. The
bath was mostly uneventful, apart from the bear’s continuous attempts to turn it into a
hot-tub. His twin brother was giggling away outside as he heard long, bassy farts blast through
the water and shake the very bottom of the tub. Given the heat of the water, his farts took on a
musty, humid stench. Davey even had to open the window at one point! It was when he was
rubbing bath-gel on his brother’s butt that the older bear hated the most, however. Once it waslathered up in soap, the boy took the chance to push as hard as he could and blow a big, soapy
fart bubble from between his cheeks. The moment that it popped, Davey gagged and grabbed
the air freshener.
With bathtime over, Davey tossed the ninth pair of soiled underwear in the trash, before he
decided that it was time for bed. His brothers had managed to completely exhaust him, and
engrave the putrid stench of their farts into his nostrils for good. He was all too eager to tuck
them into bed for the night, practically praying to the heavens that he wouldn’t find soiled
bedsheets in the morning as he did so. He wished them both goodnight and eagerly left the
bedroom, sighing to himself as he immediately heard of chorus of farts behind him. Both boys
loved to see just how full of farts they could make their thick bedsheets, which often resulted in
a smoggy, stinky atmosphere in their room come morning. Ignoring his brothers’ flatulence,
Davey retreated downstairs to make himself a drink before bed. He had an iced tea in mind,
which had him lunging a paw into the fridge and grabbing the nearest bottle he could find.
Being so tired meant that he wasn’t too observant, so as he popped off the lid, Davey was
completely oblivious to the fact that the bottle he was about to chug wasn’t an iced tea at all,
but a strange, blue liquid left behind by his parents. He brought it to his lips and immediately
guzzled it down. The taste of blueberry met his lips, but Davey was too tired to complain. He
shrugged and gulped down the rest of the liquid, it settling within his stomach and giving him a
nice, content feeling. He popped the bottle in the trash and returned back into the living room.
The bear flopped down on the couch and switched the TV on to something a little more exciting
- a gorey action show that certainly wasn’t fitting for his brothers. Careful not to have the
volume too loud, he enjoyed it for a good ten minutes before something started to feel off. A
warm buzzing sensation grew in his gut, as if he’d swallowed a thousand bees. It grew, getting
stronger and stronger until he could feel it buzzing through his bones..
As the bear went to stand up, worried he was moments away from throwing up, his legs
buckled beneath him, unable to hold his weight! The bones inside his thighs had seemingly
turned to gel! But in truth, ALL of his insides were now goo, and the same could soon be said
for his fur. Before he could call for help, a brief flash of light overcame his body, filling the living
room completely. The light subsided; the bear was gone. Instead, a pile of thick, grey putty with
a blue tinge. It was partially translucent, and was a fairly large clump. It sat, motionless, in front
of the TV, oozing into the carpet. Davey, however, wasn’t gone - he was the putty! He could still
see, think, feel, hear and smell. One thing he couldn’t do, however, was work what had
happened to him! Before he could try and find that out, the thick, putrid stench of his brothers’
farts once again violated his nose. That could only mean one thing - they’d opened their
bedroom door!Both Jowy and Jakey had wandered downstairs, both unhappy with their gassy capabilities.
With their parents gone they didn’t need to worry about the noise, and so were in search of
fuel to create the very best farts possible! They’d both wanted a glass of milk, despite their
lactose intolerance, as they knew they’d both end up with monstrous farts if they’d gotten one.
Even if Davey weren’t putty, he likely wouldn’t have stopped them. But, with him being
motionless on the floor, it was extremely easy for the cubs to sneak over to the fridge, open it,
and find their goal. Instead of settling for one glass, both cubs guzzled down half a carton each,
snickering to themselves as their tummies bloated with milk.
“Ooh.. I think I feel it working!” Jowy squealed, heating up the seat of his pajamas with a long,
windy fart that reeked of spoilt beef.
“No you big silly,” Jake snickered, fanning a paw, “just smells like a normal fart to me!”
“Hehe! You fart sniffer!”
“Nu uh, Davey’s a fart-sniffer! Ooh, let’s go fart on his pillows again!” Jake grinned, loud enough
for his brother to hear. If he still could, Davey would’ve groaned loudly - that explains why he
always woke up smelling like bear farts!
Both the bears went to go climb the stairs, but Jowy paused when he noticed something in the
corner of his eye - the putty! He’d never seen it before - perhaps it was a toy Davey had gotten
for them? He pointed it out to his brother and both the bears made their way over to it.
“What is it?” Jakey asked, poking it curiously with a finger. He giggled at the squelching noise it
made, whilst Davey wanted to giggle as it had felt extremely strange to him.
“Hm.. It’s all squishy, like a diaper!” Jowy said aloud, rubbing his tummy as the milk started to
brew up a flatulent storm inside of him.
“I miss our diapers. They made the BEST noises when we farted in them!” Jakey huffed, a pouty
expression on his face.
“Ooh! That’s a good idea. I wonder what noise this funny stuff makes when we fart on it!” the
other bear twin suggested, face turning into one of mischief.
Davey wasn’t at all surprised that his brothers had already turned to farting as their first idea to
do with him. Of course, they didn’t have the faintest idea that the putty Jowy was hovering his
bare, stinky butt over was their brother. Unfortunately for the putty-bear, Davey’s ‘face’ was
directly where his brother’s bum was about to land, the older brother unable to do anything
but hope his brothers would get bored of him. As long as farts were involved, the two tooty
twins would never get tired, and Jowy was quick to start things off. He took a seat and let his
tushy sink into the warm, gooey plushy, it spreading around his fat, bubbly buttocks and even
seeping between his cheeks a little, filling his crack!
“Ooh, it’s all comfy! Like that special pillow big bro has! That one is my favourite to fart on..”
Jowy giggled, raising his stubby little tail as he gave a firm grunt.Moments later, a loud, wet explosion sounded off beneath him, followed by a noise similar to
that of a hot tub. Huge, rancid bubbles of pure, reeking bear-gas splattered through Davey,
filling his putty body with little air-bubbles of hot, steamy boy-gas. The young bear sighed with
relief as he let loose another repulsive fart, it sputtering on for a mammoth fourteen seconds!
All throughout, Jake was howling with laughter whilst Davey wanted nothing more than the
gag! He could feel each particle of fart fill him up, the smell being so strong that if he were still a
bear, his nose might have fallen off. Milk-fueled farts were something he’d always feared, ever
since he’d gotten locked in the car with his brothers when he was younger. They’d been playing
around inside it when the door had slammed shut, windows closed too! The icecream his
brother’s had eaten just before reacted badly, and the car had gotten so full of raunchy, foul
bear-fart that Davey had breathed in pure methane for at least twenty minutes!
Ever since that time, his brothers’ gas had only gotten worse, so he was surprised to find that
the farts he was forced to huff now easily blew away the ones he remembered during that
nose-burning incident.
“Hey, stop hogging all the fun! I wanna blow a big fart bubble in it!” Jakey giggled, hopping up
behind his brother and wiggling his squishy boy bum down into the soft surface of the putty.
Both of the infamous bear-farters were back to back, butt smothering their brother and ready
to go! With a big grunt, Jake blew a loud, squeaky fart that lasted thirteen seconds and blew a
part of Davey up like a balloon, whilst Jowy shook the living room walls with a fart so bassy and
low-pitched that it sounded like a tuba! Both of their putrid-poots mixed to form a cocktail of
stench that had Davey wanting to pass out.
He could do no such thing, and was instead left dealing with fart after fart after fart! His
brothers had a seemingly unlimited supply, farting non-stop before at least half an hour! The
only thing that stopped them was when a firm, blunt chunk of warm scat blocked Jake’s
tailhole. He squeaked and froze up.
“W-what’s wrong bro?” Jowy asked, letting out a hot, spicey fart that rippled across the surface
of the putty, adding to the thousands of fart-bubbles trapped inside.
“P-poooooopy..” Jake whined, grabbing his stomach and leaning forwards. With all the milk
he’d guzzled, there was nothing that could’ve stopped what followed next. He pushed his butt
down as to not make a mess, and the relaxed his tailhole.
His natural exit grew slack, buttcheeks spreading around the head of a firm, brown snake of
bear-poop as it crackled out and forced its way inside the translucent putty. The smell was
absolutely revolting, being a bitter, malignant mixture of all the farts they’d let out, and the
earthy, humid odour of fresh bear-poop. As one long broke off and slipped into the putty,
another one wasn’t far behind. It announced its presence with a splattering shart that sprayed
Davey’s exterior with brown chunks, before the next log cracked inside, bloating the gas-filledputty just like one of Jake’s diapers. Jowy’s own stomach quickly followed suite, jolting with
pain and causing the little bear to clutch it tightly. He let off three successive, bombastic farts
that turned wetter and wetter with each rip.
‘Frrrmppppptt. Brrrlblblblttt. FraaaaappppttttPPPTTTppttpPPTTT!’
Eventually, the pressure was too much, and he swiftly joined his brother in rapidly unloading
into the putty. Davey wished he could shout out to them as hot, sticky logs crackled and
splorch’d around inside him, some spreading over his face, but all he could do was fester in the
putrid stench of the bear cubs’ butts as their bowels relaxed. He quickly lost his grey,
translucent colour, instead a dark, gooey brown, no longer translucent as all that could be seen
when someone looked at him was the poop of his brothers. Both of them finished off their
loads - each one alone big enough to clog a toilet - with a cacophony of damp, squishy farts,
completely peppering Davey with an overwhelmingly fetid blanket of pure stink.
‘Prrrppppptt! Frappptt! Brrrmmmmpppt! Frrblblblltttt! Brrommmppppfff! Brrrrpppppfffft!’
Their lactose-fueled, diaper-destroying, toilet-clogging dumps had both of the twins tired. Their
poots eventually died down, only bubbling out against Davey every minute or so. Jake was first
to stand up, wiping his butt with a handful of putty, smearing it with clumps of brown, before
yawning and pulling his undies back up.
“I’m sleepy…”
“Me too..” Jowy agreed, rubbing his eyes as he hopped to his feet. “We should go fart in
Davey’s room tomorrow..” he said, his brother nodding in agreement as they left Davey behind
to stew in the sea of scat and farts they’d left him to ‘drown’ in. Neither of them knew where
their brother had gone, and neither of them cared. All they cared about was farts!
‘Prrrmmpppppt!’ One final fart shook out of Jake’s plump boybutt as he climbed into bed,
settling in for the night. Jowy joined him, warming his covers with a putrid, eggy bed-rumbler
before drifting off to sleep. Davey wasn’t granted the luxury of sleep - he simply hoped that his
parents would fix him tomorrow. In the meantime, he had logs of scat, bubbles of fart and
lingering stench to keep him company...
