POV: Wa//lly Dar//ling comes to you for relief (Cw: Farts, lap farts, slight hyperfarts, slight scat) Note: This is a little self-indulgent 🍎💨🚽🧻
"Neighbor? Are you there?"
You open the door and see him, his little 3 foot figure, now with a belly that strains the buttons on his cardigan.
"I need some help. I think I ate something bad." He pulls his top up to reveal his little yellow pot belly. I long, low gurgle emitted from it.
*Blbrrt!* "Ah!" It seemed like the small fart caught the puppet by surprise. "Could you help me?"
You lead him to your bed and helped him lie down, trying not to jostle his belly too much. You unbuttoned his cardigan, then his button-up shirt. You noticed his rainbow pants were straining against his poor stomach and unzipped them. Wally sighed in delight.
"Thank you, neighbor."
You sat him on your lap, his back to your chest, as you continued to knead into his soft, felt belly. You felt every little bubble shift and move around, moving into his colon before another *Blllbbbrrrrrrttt!* vibrated against your thighs.
"*Sigh* Excuse me." The smell filled your senses. It was a gross garbagy scent that smelled vaguely of apples. It wasn't too stinky, but just stinky enough to know it was a fart. You asked him what he ate to make him to gassy.
"Um..." Wally seemed hesitant to say. "I got into Howdy's apple display when he wasn't there. And I might've over did it. I hope he's not mad that all the apples are gone. Ha. Ha. Ha." You teased him about being greedy and eating so many apples. Wally just blushed.
"I couldn't help myself," Wally said before leaning forward to rip a *Ppppffffrrrrrtttt!* on you. If sounded quiet in the beginning before rumbling softly.
As much as Wally's farts felt great on your lap, you wanted Wally to find a relief a little faster. You picked him up, lied him on your bed, and pushed his knees to his chest. A bubbly *BBBRRBBBRRRRRTTT!* roared loudly against his pants which were tight against his butt in that position. Wa//lly sighed deeply. "Oh that felt amazing. Let's do some more poses."
You picked him up and pressed his tummy against a table in the room, with your crotch against his butt. He pushed out three short *BRRT!* PLRRRT!* *BBBBRRRT!* against you.
You thought it was good to have him do some exercise. You helped him do sit-ups, crouching in front of his feet, so anytime he farted, it would hit your face. And with every sit-up he did, *Brrt!* "Sigh" *Flrrt!* "Sigh" *Toot!* "Sigh" and your smile grew big with each one.
After the sit-ups, you figured he should do something more relaxing. You had him positioned where his head was on the ground and his butt was pointing in the air. As soon as he did this, he felt a ton of pressure bubble into his colon. He pushed and *BPPBRLLBBFLLLFBFBRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!* You don't know how such a loud, ground-shaking fart could come from such a little peanut. "Oh sorry, neighbor." *BLLBBBRRRRLLLBBBBTRRRRR!!!* Another one and your house was really starting to smell. Why were these farts smelling worse than before. "Ha. Ha. Ha. These toots sound a lot like Barnaby's." He pushed once more and *SPPLRRRSHHHRRT!* "Ah." You noticed a visible wet spot on the seat of his pants. He stood up quickly and held his hands over his butt, orange blush covering his whole face.
"Um... could I use your bathroom, neighbor?" You showed him where it was and he went inside to hopefully get rid of all his tummy problems (and maybe clean up). You sat down for a moment and basked in the wonderful, stinky apple smell surrounding your house. You inhaled it from the spot Wally last was when you heard his voice ring out.
"Um, neighbor?" Wally peaked his head out from the door, the flush still covering his face (and no flush from the toilet yet). "I have a big mess to clean up... and there's no toilet paper... do you have any more." You looked around and found a roll of toilet paper, and quickly ran back to the bathroom to your little smelly prince. And made yourself welcome to entering the bathroom to help him clean up. It's the least you could do for getting all that nasty gas out of him. Alternatively, instead of paper, you use an article of your own clothing.
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This was in the drafts since last year...
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Completely unrelated to your blog, but what PPE would you recommend for cleaning cat litter to avoid toxoplasmosis? Is washing your hands and changing clothes enough? Or should you wear a mask and gloves too?
I would wear gloves. I also recommend an N95 or higher mask if you use litter that produces any dust when cleaning a litter box in general because a lot of those tiny crystallized particles are not great for your lungs, and some new litters that are marketed as extra-absorbent contain silica dust which absolutely can cause illness if you inhale it often.
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me: I will be no man's housewife, ew-
also me if the dirty blonde middle aged war veteran, with pearly white eyes and sunglasses, that now would have my GRANDMA's age, that has suffered endless torture, both physically and mentally, with his leg and arm cut off, that has for years followed blindly a man that at the end played him like a damn fiddle, with depression and daddy & mommy issues and probably the most unclean and hairy coochie of the west would literally LOOK in my same direction if he was real:
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