Parker makes his way out of his room, creating a large O with his mouth as he yawns and scratches through his golden hair. He's wearing a tight baby-blue pair of boxer-briefs. His body looks as though it was newly sculpted by gods. He could have been made out of marble for all you know, what with his perfectly chiseled pecs, abs, and squared jaw. Also, his new largeness definately adds to it all.
"Morning, Parker," says Matt.
"Mornin--" Parker stops and sniffs a new odor. "Ugh! What the hell is that?"
Matt then leans back and lifts his legs so his ass is pointed at you, and after a short rumble in his stomach, he let's out a deep, wet fart.
You fall down at the pressure of his smelly air, and your eyes start to swim at the burning sensation.
"That answer your question?" Matt asks, cocking one eyebrow and smiling at Parker in a cute way. Little lines fanning out of his eyes and his facial cheeks puffing out in the most adorable way.
"Well two can play at this game."
Parker then turns around and lets a tiny fart out of his tight ass. The smell hits you like a ton of bricks, and your nose is filled with manly toxins of both Matt and Parker. You can't believe such a silent toot could make you so sick.
"Wow! I actually felt a breeze with that fart," Matt says sarcastically.
"Alright then tough guy, let's kick it up a notch.
And so your two buff roommates fart it out at close range, poisoning you where you lay between both of their asses. You can't see anything other than both of their beefy butts, looking nice and creamy in color and round and defined in size.
You look up at Matt's chiseled face and see him looking back at you before he quickly looks up again. Your eyes widen as you realize he knew you were there the whole time.
The fart torture continues, but you angrily scream out Matt's name. But your voice is being overpowered by both giant bum farts. You cry as your lungs are polluted with the smell of rotten eggs and beans. You are sickened, but at the same time turned on, especially looking at Matt's cocky face as he knows you're there. He's torturing you like you're his little bitch. He's purposely getting Parker to fart on you as well.
"Say goodnight, wimp," says Matt, but you know he's referring to you, as you feel yourself lingering at the edge of consciousness, the last thoughts on your mind are beefy butts and rotten eggs.
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