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@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

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Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

Huhuhuhu, brah, u da hottest brah!

@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

Big Mistake, Beta (2)

“For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind” Hosea 8:7

Hercules:

7:00am:

Hercules awakens from his beautiful sleep with a groan, his muscles popping as his yawns in a loud manner. He stretches his arms and scratches his pits before getting up. He conducts his wake up routine to get the average Tuesday started, which is little more than a quick shower, putting on clothes, making and drinking a protein shake and talking to his bros in a group chat. He does notice, only after looking around for his favorite beta-bro, that his favorite beta bro is missing. He frowns to himself, his ego taking a small hit. Why is his beta bro not with him? Ugh, anyways, you have stuff to do today… I.e do what you do everyday.

8:00am: This daily schedule first starts with Hercules using his infinite funds and ability to persuade and flirt his way into an expensive restaurant to simply eat breakfast. Damn, high life is good. As he's eating, he feels his bowels move and he chuckles to himself. Is it weird to release a loud alpha fart in public? Nahhhh, but speaking of weird, he can’t help but wonder where his favorite beta is, and he wonders if he's ok. Anyways, time to move on with the day. 

8:45am: The day continues, and after leaving the fancy restaurant by releasing a thick protein fart, he leaves to go to the on-campus gym. He pumps iron, feels his golden blood rush and scatter across his muscles, and feels his fibers flex and tense. Lifting weights and boosting his strength has always made him feel superior. He chuckles to himself, smirking arrogantly, and yet it falters. Where the heck is his beta-bro? Usually he will be seen by now, or at least have sent a text! Hmm, Hercules might have to punish his beta-bro for ignoring him… hope he's ok.

11:30am: After finishing his morning workout, not showering, changing into different clothes and heading off to lunch, Hercules' day continues, except he genuinely starts to worry about his beta-bro. His beta bro wasn’t even there to watch him change out of his sweaty outfit and eye bang him! Hercules would usually respond to the denial of attention with hostility, and yet, concern replaces that anger. Concern about the wheel being of his beta-bro. Anyways, Hercules changes into a proper outfit and once again goes to another fancy restaurant just to eat lunch, gotta fill up on that protein! If only his beta-bro was around to be his favorite gas bag, and yet still no messages. Hercules tries to convince himself that its not THAT big of a deal… hopefully. He leaves the lunch restaurant and leaves a “tip” by letting the staff clean up the remains of his golden sweat off of the seat. 

12:15 Once arriving back to campus, taking a quick shower to just freshen up his hair, and changing outfits, Hercules heads off to the campus gym again. He heads into the locker room, and chugs a protein shake. He looks around at the much smaller and definitely less alpha males around the locker-room and even the open door to the gym floor. Unfortunately, he can’t smile, for the multiple text messages and calls he sent to his roommate were left unanswered. He tries not to show it, but he is worried as fuck! He continues to chug the shake, feeling his bowels itch. He puts down the protein shake, sticks his hands down his pants to itch his heavy balls, and then releases a protein fart, clouding up and gassing up the already smelly locker-room.

Anyways, Hercules heads out, not even bothering to laugh at his own fart out of concern. Maybe working out will distract him…

Roman:

6:00am:

Roman awakens with a sigh, his tiredness and exhaustion apparent on his face, and yet he tries to keep his smile upon his face. He does his own morning routine of cleaning up after Hercules, taking care of himself, cleaning himself in the shower, etc. Thankfully, he has finished all of this before 7, so it means he can quickly scurry out of the room before he has to deal with his new Roomie. Sorry Hercules, but today isn’t the day. 

7:00am:

Roman enters the lunchroom with a sigh and serves himself the same daily campus food. Since he can’t afford to eat at the good places on campus, let alone eat out, he eats at the “poor” person cafe on campus. He sighs, his mood souring as he starts to eat his food, melancholic and tired. By the time he has finished his meal, he is still hungry, but he can’t afford to get more food. 

7:30am-11:30am. For the next 4 hours, Roman has been attending his classes necessarily for getting his year done at campus. Unfortunately, these nerdy classes still haven't brought him the joy he was expecting, for instead they have only added to his stress. He tries to keep his head high, and yet the stress keeps building up. He sighs at his last class, and decides to do something he never thought he would expect. Maybe he should do what his alpha roommate does and attend the gym, for that may release some stress? He needs to see if he has any workout clothes…

12:00pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

12:15pm Roman enters the locker room and immediately smells the faint remains of a really stinky and musky fart, jesus, jocks these days… anyways, he heads into the locker room and heads to a private section of it to change into his gym wear, and once he does, he begins to feel a little bit better…. Maybe working out will help him with his stress!

Roman heads out and starts working out, struggling a bit since he hasn't “worked out” in a long time. As he is struggling to start, a quite handsome and attractive male approaches him and starts to give him advice and give him subtle compliments. Roman begins to feel even better, for it is rare that another male even talks to him with positive intentions… Maybe the gym will be a good place? Roman keeps talking to the gym…. Unknowingly striking the match to an inferno.

Simultaneously

Hercules: Hercules is busy working out, his head racing with thoughts of his beta-bro and if hes ok or not. He is honestly considering combining the campus to find what belongs to him and to punish his beta-bro for not answering him. Fuck, hes getting obsessed with his beta-bro, it is as if his very scent haunts him and teases him about how what BELONGS to him is always out of reach and it pisses him the fuck off… wait a minute, he CAN smell Roman! Roman never comes to the gym… unless…  Hercules wings sprout in shock upon seeing Roman

As if being on autopilot, he beelines straight towards Roman, wanting to wring him out for ignoring him and to also take him the fuck out of the gym, for not only does he NOT belong there, but he doesn’t like the idea of inferior males feasting upon HIS beta-bitch. As he is marching towards Roman, rage and possessiveness swimming in his orbs, he sees something that sends his very soul ablaze… an INFERIOR male is speaking to what BELONGS TO HIM Hercules loses himself to the raging possessiveness, his wings growing to maximum size… All hell is going to break loose. 

Roman: The air grows heavy and hostile, so thick and tense that he even finds it hard to breathe. He gulps, and the guy talking to him is quick to walk away, as if he senses that the air is off too. What the frick happened? Did he say something? Roman thinks to myself for a couple seconds, standing still, before sighing, defeated. He shook his head and lowered it before turning around, only to have his head forcefully and aggressively gripped by an almost bone shattering grip of someone. Roman yelps and is forced to look up, only to see a hellfire and brimstone raging within the eyes of none other than Hercules…. “Who. the. fuck. was. that?”

(( @scott-golden9 Dang, possessive much?

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Request for Preyslavee

It was about was about an hour after the game as Jordan returned home for a break. Getting out and into the house, he took off his clothes as he walked around the house. Casually walking around as he scratched your bulge from under his crotch. "Really should've thought that of the circumstances before you made a bet against me runt. You know i never lose a game. Can't turn back now" he made his way to the living room as he crashed down onto the sofa. He soon reached inside his briefs as hed plucked around your form. Making sure to surely drag you along his balls as were pulled out.

His shaft would pulse against you as the sack began to fold over you. Its built up sweat soaking into you as the my stopped your path. It took a few tugs, but eventually the folds rolled off you as the cool warm air met your body. Followed by Jordan's nose as it puffs of air ruffled your hair. "Starting to smell like me huh? Good, makes good preperations for our deal. First thing's first.." He lifted you up slightly as he hovered some deodorant in front of you. "You've got pits to tend to. Do a decent job and I might regrow you to your normal size".

"Simple enough" you though to yourself. You made your way over to it as you attempted to grab the side. "Ah ah, i don't think so. You're not tending to them that way" you feel his fingers wrap around you as before your front made contact with the fresh scented surface. You feel your clothes wrinkle as Jordan rubbed you in place over the deodorant as he made sure your body touched every corner of it before lifting you upwards. A little dazed from all the turning, you vision would soon return just in time see the trimmed hair of the underside of his arm. Even with the fresh scent covering, the odor surround the arm pit would begin to overpower it as your form drew closer.

"I'd hold that breath of your if I were you" you hear from above. Your arms were the first to make contact with the pit as they slicked to the side. Leaving partial room as you face collided into the soft skin. The pit would soon begin to cave around you as the fuzzes surface would sandwich your form. Jordan would rotate his shoulder clockwise as the pit inside was still slightly sweaty. Even with the firm pressure inside, your body would move along with his shoulder as the rush of musk filled your nose. Your tried to hold on against the trimmed haired of the pit, but even they would move in place as they slipped through your grasp. It was about 2 minutes as you endured the firm pressure before you were let out. You gave out a sigh of relief as you took in the fresh air, but it soon was short lived as Jordan lifted the other arm and stuffed you between it. Your muffles escaping from arm as he looked at it with a smile.

A couple more minutes went by, before he finally let up. Your face drenched in musk as the your clothes were now damp. You soon looked uo at Jordan as he gave hit pits a firm sniff. "Well, you can't do pit duty for crap. Perhaps another debt is in order. Ass duty" Jordan pulled down the back of his shorts as his ass rounded themselves past the band. Holding you vertically, he firmly began to slide you between them as the heat from between them fumed as air smelled of hot gas. You could help but extend your to their sides as the your holds slid across the inner walls of his ass. As you slid deeper in between, your nose would began to poke into his ass as it slid to the center of his hole. As it brushed along its center, was only then that Jordan stopped pressing and soon sat his entire weight on you. Your head would sink between the ring as you muffled between them. Ut would vibrate the clenching hole of jardan's, but you would only receive a vibrating chuckle in response.

"I've got an itch back there that's been driving me crazy since i left the game. Your gonna tend to it while i make my protein shake" you heard a sudden popping sound from above as Jordan began making his drink. The weight applying mire ontop of you as the hole sinked deeper along your sides. The scent from inside would get stronger as your nose seeped past the rings, but your nostrils still between them as they clenched around it. The sweat from his ss would begin to soak into your clothes as the heat would get stronger.

The sound of shaking from your muffled ears as Jordan shook his protein shake. The hole reacting with the amount of shaking as it sinked deeper. It was getting a little cramped as it started morphing around your head, but the more your pulled against it the hole pull back with equal force. You soon feel the hole overlap your head as it slipped past the ring. The sweat built leaked from all around the muscular walls as you yelled for him to let you up. You'd only hear of him shaking his protein shake as he continued.

Jordan did feel the slight change in pressure as he focused on your form. Moving a finger passed his shorts, he massaged a finger across his hole as he felt for your face. But he couldn't find it, all he found was your neck as he followed along its lengths. Patting around the hole, he gave a smile as he gave out a satifying clench from his hole. "Heh, always thought you'd make a good plug, guess i was right" he rubbed along your neck as he continued shaking his protein shake. This time putting in a lot more force as your head moved along his sweet spots.

Almost 10 minutes past as you stared inside the endless abyss of his hole before the sound of shaking stopped. You soon feel a tug at you legs before you feel yourself being pulled back out. But even then, the hole wouldn't let up, as it pucker in place. It took a couple of tugs, but the last would make progress as your chin was finally visible. Followed by the rest of your. Head as it was squeezed out with a sudden squelch. You were pulled between his cheeks once more, this time your front rubbing along its length before you were pulled out.

"Not bad, bot bad at all. Guess ass duty proved useful. Now i think its time you've had a break" he smirked as he tossed you into the air. Your vision constantly turning before submerged into a goopy surface. As you reached the surface, the walls were encircled around you as Jordan's lips planted on the edge. The sound of slurping following behind it as your body rushed towards it in a wave. Your gaze would soon go dark as you disappeared behind the lips as the sound of liquid echoed around you.

Jordan, would seal his lips shut as he sloshed his tongue around you. Giving firm circle around your body before chuckling again as it rosed it over you and splashed it ontop of you. He tiled his head back as he opened his mouth back up. Gurgling the liquid inside as you rumbled and flowed into you. With a firm gulp, he you and the liquid would decend into his throat as you traveled down for few seconds.

As you landed in his stomach, the flow of the protein would descend into the cramped chamber as you yelled and pounded at the door. "Hey, you can't do this! What about our deal?! You promised to unshrink when we were done".

"Yeah about that shrimp" he said as he belched "you're just too good not to keep. Your pathetic muffles, you sorry self inside my hole. And now, all nice and compacted in my stomach. You were mine the second you wanted that bet"

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you out...right after this skrimmage match. Coach wants me back at the court" Jordan would begin to walk out the door as he focused on the sloshing going on.

"Hey! No! Let me out of here you cheat!" You pounded at the bellied wall, but only received a firm pound from the outside as you splashed back into the proteined goop inside.

"Pipe down snack, its game time" he gave out repeated pounds into his belly as he listend to the gurgle going on inside. "That's more like it, oh its gonna be a blast when we return. For now, sit with the rest of the protein.

Indeed 🤗

@romangolden68 came in the gym one evening and saw me, working out my glutes and he came up to me, shared his gold protein with me but something started happening..something bubbling up inside..and then..BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP! Shocked that came out of my mouth..my head got fuzzy..i grabbed Roman made him kneel down..put my glutes on his face as another bubbling happened..a big protein toot came out of my glutes...PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT right in his face..it stank like a bomb went off..huhu...Roman sniffed my glutes more, his face getting dopey..i let him go..looked at him and he was dumbly laughin like my gassiness fried his brains and changed him into a more dummer golden bro

Aaaaand there’s the Indian food. All that curry and meat made me so bloated 😖

Wish somebody was here to rub my belly 😢

I think a cute chubby gassy gamer boy i can serve however he sees fit would fix me rn.. >///<

Cute boys with shitty diet the most nasty gassy condition who let it out on you because It's too comfortable to resist>>>>

When they're sitting on your face after a long day just resting and doing some other stuff to relax, just sitting with your nose against their shithole or even better, your tounge in it, and they start to casually talk about how dirty their hole must be and why and describe to you very precisely everything they ate during the day, how gassy it made them and how they were holding it all in the whole day cause It's so nasty and what exacly is happening in their tummy, while all you can do is lay there, listen and blush and try not to whimper or do other embarrassing stuff, knowing they're about to start letting it out in no time.. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

The moment you start getting turned on not by any concept or a fantsy but the sound of farts alone, you know you're screwed..

I had this fantasy for a while where two cute boys invite you to have a sleepover, you don't really know them that well but of course you agree. It starts off innocent and you don't realize what they're up to untill you're restrained to the bed, facing up. They pull a blanket over you and that's where their real sleepover starts. They both take off their pants, you feel their naked musky, sweaty butts pressing to your face as they begin to dutch-oven you. They're really chatty above the blanket, compliementing eachothers' farts, giggling and making out. They snack alot while watching movies and it just makes their farts so much worse, they either act like you're not there or tease you and play games, asking you if it smells nice or making you guess what they're eating at the moment based on their farts, saying that they'll let you go if you guess correctly (they won't).

By the time the night is over they managed to make some nice content with you as the main star and not to blackmail, but they'll see you next weekend, they have alot more stuff they wanna try on you~

Random ah post but my tummy is so upset today for some reason :< it makes all sorts of fart-like noises even when i'm not farting. I had some grilled cheese for breakfast and it just all went WILD, i haven't had such gas bombs in months. Also the chilli i had later sure didn't help lol now i have long, wet farts that smell deadly and are even painful to push out cause they're so strong >///< usually i'm not the one in that position but i just really need someone who'll rub my tummy and take them all in so i don't have to sniff those myself, i just wanna relax and not have to take care of it myself.

More of bruvv @tomee79 smoking tina and belching for me 😈

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