Max and Mikey were both very excited to begin their sleepover. They were to spend the next few days with their friend, Tommy, a young tiger with a light-blue coat of fur. Like the bear and the lion, Tommy too was known for always having terrible gas, and was probably the only other cub that could actually beat the pair in a fart competition! He was part way through potty-training, but his parents sometimes kept him in diapers at night just to muffle the noise of his explosive behind. Said parents were currently away, enjoying a two-week long vacation whilst Tommy’s older brother looked after him. He hadn’t been too fond of the idea of having Max and Mikey over, given that one cub was enough for him to handle, but he figured it’d be a nice treat for his brother. That, and if the tiger-cub didn’t get his way he’d likely just sneak into his older brother’s room and fart all over his pillow, as he’d done many times before. Tommy wasn’t ashamed of his farts, and his older brother was unfortunate enough to know it. Last month Tommy’s family had gone camping, and his brother was stuck sharing a tent with him. The older tiger didn’t catch more than an hour of sleep no thanks to his brother’s constantly farting backside. 

The sleepover went as one might expect - Pizza was ordered in, which they all happily devoured, movies were watched and the boys all played video games, trying to see who was the best. Tommy’s brother won, of course, having had lots of experience playing them. The hours went by quickly, all three of the cubs having a great time, and soon it was nighttime. Tommy’s brother noticed such and huffed, feeling quite tired himself. 
“Alright guys. Time for bed.” he said, standing up.
“Aww, come on!”
“No fair!”
“It’s only ten!” 
All three boys moaned and complained in unison, much to the older boy’s dismay. He rolled his eyes but put his foot down.
“I don’t care, you’ve got to go to sleep.”

The cubs all groaned and started grabbing their things, making piles of pillows and blankets on the living room floor. Tommy’s brother made his way into the kitchen to grab himself a drink whilst the boys got ready. They had no idea that’d be the last they’d see of the older tiger. He went into the fridge and, in his sleepy state, grabbed the nearest liquid he could find. He popped the cork off - not paying any attention as to why a drink would have a cork - and guzzled it down. It was fizzy, and tasted like vanilla. The tiger liked it and so drank the whole thing! He didn’t even read the bottle as he carelessly tossed it into the trash, patting his tummy softly as he let out a belch. A strange tingling sensation grew in his stomach, but he put that down to the fiziness of the drink. He ignored it and started making himself a late-night snack - the boys may be going to bed but it was still early for him! 

As he sliced up the bread and got the butter ready, Tommy’s brother was completely oblivious to the changes his body was undergoing. His fur was seemingly ‘melting’, all fusing down into a smooth layer on his skin, like goop. He managed to butter one slice before he noticed something, his left leg had gone limp. The boy looked down at it and before he could even gasp, the potion’s effects suddenly took hold! All his bones dissolved into a malleable, squishy substance, as did his organs. Within seconds he began to ‘sink’ to the floor, forming a large, doughy pile of translucent blue putty! His head was the last to go, the tiger trying to scream out for help before it was too late! No noises escaped his mouth, what with his insides being squishy gloop. The moment his head vanished and joined the rest of his body, Tommy expected everything to go black - but it didn’t.

He was still alive! He could still see the kitchen, smell the food he’d been preparing, and hear the cubs giggling as they assumably had a pillow fight. The boy tried to call out to his brother, ask him to get help, but he couldn’t even make a noise. He couldn’t move either! He was stuck with his own thoughts, absolutely clueless as to what had happened. His parents were scientifically minded, and what he had drunk was a potent potion that could reduce any solid into a putty-like state. Unfortunately, that included living things, as Tommy’s brother had obviously discovered. Minutes went by, the older tiger left in the kitchen to panic and try and think things through. Fortunately, Tommy’s brother came into the kitchen - he was saved!

“Bro.. Max needs to wear a night diaper, remember?” he asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes. When he got no response he stopped and looked around, confused to see the kitchen empty. “B-bro? Where’d you go?” he asked, walking over to the fridge that was still empty. He concluded that his brother must’ve gone out to get more food, so just shrugged and went to go back and join his friends. Before he could though, something caught his eye, something bright blue. He turned around to look at it, and was surprised at what he saw! It was a giant, blue ball of putty, just sitting there in the kitchen. Judging by his younger brother’s face, the tiger could safely conclude that his brother didn’t recognise him, and that he had to depend on the young boy to figure out what that putty was! Unfortunately, Tommy wasn’t too smart for his age, so that likely wouldn’t happen. 

“Hey guys! Come and look at this!” he called out, Max and Mikey soon appearing behind him.
“Ooh! That looks cool!” the lion giggled, walking over to poke it. His finger sunk in and all the boys giggled as the putty made a funny noise. Tommy’s brother winced - he could feel the finger perfectly, it sliding into his body. It wasn’t painful, just a very weird experience. 
“I think my brother went out, he’s not here.”
“Aww, okay. Well, we should still get to sleep. I’m kinda’ tired anyway..” Mikey said, yawning.
“Me too! But I need my night diapy.” Max grumbled, patting his butt through his pajamas, a pair of shorts with a T-shirt. Mikey, who was currently grabbing handfuls of the strange putty, suddenly giggled as he had a brilliant idea. 
“Hey! Use this!” he said, picking up the pile of putty. 
“Use it as what? Max’s diaper? That’s silly..” Tommy chuckled, but Mikey was perfectly serious. 

“No, look! It holds shape really well. Hehe, it’ll be perfect. I’ll help!” With that, the lion got to work. He immediately squashed his paws into the putty and started to flatten it out, spreading it into a long rectangle shape, fingers sinking into the gooey surface each time. Tommy’s brother, meanwhile, was panicking. Needless to say, he did NOT enjoy the idea of being Max’s diaper for the night, especially not after the meat-feast pizza he’d devoured. He knew it was only a matter of time before his younger brother’s friend turned into noxious fart-factory. There was nothing he could do to stop it though, he could only watch as the lion started to morph him into the shape of a diaper, complete with tabs to hold him in place. Despite being the exact same shade of blue, he was unrecognisable. Whilst he had a face, it was invisible to the boys, which was incredibly unfortunate given where his face was on the diaper..

“All done!” Mikey cheerily said, admiring his handy-work. Surprisingly, he’d actually done a good job and the mass of putty looked quite a lot like a thick diaper. 
“Oh wow, good job!” Tommy giggled.
“Thanks Mikey!” Max happily trotted over to the diaper and looked it over. He quickly pulled down his shorts and turned around, exposing his soft, brown bear tushy completely. Tommy’s older brother could only watch, horrified, as the gassiest butt he knew was getting closer and closer… to his face! Mikey had made the diaper in such a way that the putty-tiger’s face ended up in the back, directly where the bear’s bum would be resting. Sure enough, without much delay, Max sat himself down on the putty-diaper, butt pressing against it and sinking into the soft surface slightly. It moulded to fit the shape of his large, chubby bum, even squishing against his buttcrack! This meant that the tiger’s nose ended up wedged between those cheeks, stuck there as the heavy bear cub wiggled about to get comfy. 

“It’s so soft!” Max commented as he pulled the front of his diaper over his crotch and then ‘taped’ it up. Obviously, the diaper didn’t have tapes, but the arms of it instead fused with the front, sinking into it and ensuring that it wouldn’t fall off all night! It was nice and tight, moulding to fit his backside and hips perfectly, and was easily the comfiest diaper he’d ever worn! Max stood up and gently patted his new putty-diaper, fingers sinking into the gel-like surface of his now squishy bum. “Wow, this is the best diaper ever!” If he still could, Tommy’s brother would be scowling - being called a good diaper was not something to be proud of. Max showed it off to his friends, and given that the putty was translucent, they could still see his bum, which Mikey found hilarious. 

Suddenly, before they could admire Max’s diaper anymore, his tummy gurgled loudly. All that meaty pizza suddenly hit him. Without much thought, he casually lifted his tail and leaned to the side. Tommy’s brother was screaming in his head, begging for the bear NOT to do what he was about to. But he couldn’t talk, there was NOTHING the older tiger could do to stop what followed…
‘Frrrrrrrrrrrrrapppppppppptttttt!’
“Aaahh..~” Max sighed contently as he ripped an impressive four second fart, all the gas rushing out from between his cheeks and causing them to jiggle softly. With his diaper covering his bum, something interesting happened that had all three boys howling with laughter. The bear’s fart had made large bubbles in the putty, and thus a wet splattering noise to go with it! His seat even rumbled and expanded as his fart filled the diaper. Tommy’s brother, meanwhile, was in his own raunchy hell. All he could smell and taste was the cub’s fart, it being so strong and meaty that if he were still a tiger he’d want to throw up!

It was so warm too, which Max found to be a benefit. His bum was nice and cozy, heated by his meaty farts. 
“That’s so cool!” Mikey grinned, “I wanna play with it tomorrow!”
“Me too!”
“Hehe, sure thing. But we really gotta’ go sleep before Tommy’s brother get’s back..” Max said, accidently letting out a wet, three second rumbler that had more bubbles blasting into his diaper. He pulled up his shorts, tugging them up snugly, which in turn smushed his Tommy’s brother’s face deeper into his flatulent bum. He then waddled into the living room and took his place under the covers, head resting against his pillow. 
“Night night guys!” Mikey said, flicking the light off as he climbed into bed. Tommy grunted in response, but Max had a brilliant idea..

He could feel the pressure growing in his gut, bowels expanding as huge amounts of gas from the pizza was produced. With a grin, he grunted loudly and stuck his butt out. The older tiger could feel it press against his face, ready to unload an explosion of flatus. What followed was a fart so loud that it could’ve woken the whole street up! It ripped out of his cute, pudgy cub-bum for an impressive fifteen seconds, getting louder and more like a sputtering tractor engine as it went on. The smell got worse too, bursts of reeking, fetid gas flapping out against his the putty-diaper’s face as it went on, the poor tiger’s nose full of nothing but the bear’s fart. A huge bubble had formed in Max’s seat, forcing his diaper to bulge like a balloon and press against his snug shorts. Mikey and Tommy were rolling about, laughing at the top of their lungs as their friend nearly blew the house down! His blanket even started to bulge out as the putty diaper pressed against it, bubbles upon bubbles of toxic, raw bear-fart filling it to the very brim! 

‘Brmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppttttttt!’

“Aaaah. Night guys!” Max grinned, gently fanning behind his butt as his fart finally sputtered to a finish. The gas slowly started to ooze out of the putty, but the smell never left. It was all Tommy’s brother could breathe and smell for the entire night. The farts didn’t stop either, they were near-constant. A loud fart would rumble against his face at least once a minute, keeping the smell nose-burningly fresh. Some were bassy, some were wet, some of them even silent! But they all absolutely STUNK. They were easily the worst gas his brother’s friend had had in months, and he was stuck there, sniffing them all! The cubby boy’s butt rumbled against his face each time, Tommy’s brother having no choice but to stare at it as more gas sputtered out. His body rippled like water with each poot, bubbles forming in his skin. He was literally full of the bear cub’s gas, forced to sniff it all night..

Max had slept next to Tommy, and part-way through the night the tiger-cub decided he would show the bear what a fart REALLY sounded like. He pulled down his underwear and, much to his brother’s horror, pressed his butt against Max’s! The tiger found his body squished between two of the smelliest butts he knew, and he could do nothing about it. A few fart-bubbles inside him popped as Tommy got into position, giggling as Max let out a fart in his sleep, the tiger able to feel it vibrate against his own bum. With a grunt, and his bowels full of rancid, meaty farts, he lifted his tail and let loose! A loud, bubbly fart rumbled on out, bombarding the putty with gas and forcing it to bulge outwards with bubbles. The gas never seemed to end, it flowing out like a stream! His brother could feel it smack against the back of his head, bubbles gushing forwards to fill his mouth and nose. Max didn’t even budge - he was so used to the sound of farts in his sleep that they didn’t wake him. Tommy snickered to himself as his first fart sputtered to a finish.

‘Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppptttttt-blblblbltt!’

He didn’t delay though, raising his tail and squeezing out a bombastic, airy fart for eleven seconds that reeked of rotten cheese. His bum wobbled and jiggled against the putty, creating more bubbles that made Max’s diaper look like a hot tub! Tommy grunted again, sighing with relief at the immense pressure coming from his bowels. As always, he had copious amounts of gas, but tonight was an exception - he was farting every few seconds, bombastic rumblers that popped against the putty. The smell kept getting worse and worse for Tommy’s brother, building to unbearable levels! Max decided to ‘help’ too, babbling in his sleep as he stuck his bum out and sounded off a fog-horn of a fart! His seat literally ballooned out and nearly engulfed Tommy’s torso, the older tiger able to feel himself stretch to the very limits. Eventually, he began to deflate, all the toxic boy-fart fluttering out into the covers. It was going to be a LONG night, stuck between the bear’s pooty bum and his brother’s rancid fart factory of a butt. 
Morning eventually came, all three boys slowly awaking from their sleep, yawning contently as the sun danced across the living room. They’d all slept comfortably, even with the constant farting between the three of them. The entire room absolutely reeked of gas, mainly because there wasn’t a single moment when one boy wasn’t farting. It was a constant flow of gas, more and more befouling the air as the boys cooked up a noxious gas-cloud. Nowhere in the room was worse than inside Max’s diaper, still firmly applied to the bear’s backside. Tommy’s brother hadn’t caught a single minute of stink, for both the sheer sound of all the gas, and the revolting smell kept him awake. He lost count after around ten thousand farts too due to how bad the stench had gotten. The night had been complete hell, but it was about to get much worse. 

Mikey was the last to wake up, so Max figured he’d help the lion along. He clinged out of bed, his fart-bubble filled diaper squelching between his legs, and made his way over to the lion. As he walked, his butt wobbled in the older tiger’s face, rubbing in that smell even more. With a giggle, he slowly turned around, raised his tail and lowered his pajama shorts, exposing his diapered butt. The putty still had a large bubble in it, absolutely full of bear-gas. Not only that, but there were thousands of tiny little bubbles completely filling the tiger-diaper, meaning he REEKED of boy-fart.
“INCOMING!” he snickered, suddenly bringing his bum down and pressing it against Mikey’s face. The gas bubble popped, a gush of noxious air suddenly flooding the lion’s nostrils! He squealed and shoved the bear off, coughing and fanning the air. Max just grinned and let out a squeaky fart.

“Wow, that REEKS…” the lion remarked.
“Mhmm! My farts are the WORST!”
“Nu uh!”
“Yuh huh!”
“Nu uh!”
The boys went back and forth for a while, before Tommy stepped forwards with a brilliant idea. 
“I know! Let’s have a fart contest. Whoever can blow the biggest bubble in the putty, wins!” The boys all looked at eachother for a moment, before nodding. Tommy’s brother absolutely hated the idea, but he didn’t get an input. Instead, he got another fart to the face. 

“I’ll start!” The bear enthusiastically said, sticking his butt out and grunting loudly. Even after an entire night of farting he STILL had guess, much to the older tiger’s utter astonishment. How such a tiny little boy could produce so much gas was beyond him. He prepared himself as best he could as he felt Max pull the diaper up, the tiger’s face smushing back up against his butt. With a grunt, he let off an explosive fart that nearly shook the windows of the house! His cheeks flapped together in Tommy’s brother’s face, blowing out biscuits of rancid air that quickly formed a single, huge bubble. It grew to the size of a soccer ball within seconds, but Max sustained his fart for a jaw-dropping fourteen seconds, in that time the bubble doubling in size! Many smaller bubbles were produced as a result of that one, spreading throughout the diaper-seat rapidly. 

“Wow.. it’s like you’ve got a gym ball in your pants!” Mikey chuckled, eager to show off his flatulent power. Max, proud of his achievement, smacked his backside, both the bubble in his diaper and his butt itself wobbling. Tommy’s brother was disgusted, but his nose felt like it would’ve melted if he were in his tiger form. Slowly, the bear peeled the putty off, removing the tiger’s face from his butt for the first time in hours! Whilst the older boy was relieved, he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Within seconds, the lion had lowered his pants and taken a seat, wiggling his butt down into place, putty squeezing around to the shape of his cheeks perfectly. 
“I’ll show you what a REAL fart can do..” he grinned, a look of fierce determination in his eyes. If the tiger could see that, he’d probably whimper in fear. 

There wasn’t a grunt to warn him this time, only the lion’s buttocks separating and his tailhole bulging. What followed was a fart to squeaky that it sounded like a comical effect! It flapped out, bringing with it a cheesy odor, quickly befouling the tiger’s nose with a fresh stench. Mikey did have some method behind his fart - he’d opted to make his poot longer and more sustained, rather than pushing it out as fast as he could like Max had. He was rewarded for his efforts with a fart that lasted an entire minute, never once fading in power. The smell only grew worse too, as the gas that was trapped at the deepest parts of the lion cub’s bowels started to eek out. If Tommy’s brother still had eyes, they’d definitely be watering, perhaps even melting at the sheer sharp, ripe stench of Mikey’s fart! The fart bubble that was created easily dwarfed Max’s, Mikey looking like he was sat atop a translucent beanbag by the end of it!

‘Pppeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppptttttt!’

“Aaah. I win!” the lion chuckled, peeling his bum away from the putty. 
“Hey! I haven’t had my turn yet..” Tommy huffed, sticking his tongue out.
“There’s no way you’ll be able to beat me!”
“We’ll see about that..” 
Having experienced Tommy’s gaseous backside for himself many times, he had no doubt that the tiger would be able to beat the lion, and wasn’t looking forward to the smells that his brother was about to subject him to. His blue, fluffy bum was exposed, two pudgy moons hovering above his brother’s face, before he quickly brought it crashing down. He wiggled and bounced into place, ensuring that the goo oozed right between his buttcrack, so that no gas would escape. 

He clenched his paws into fists and scrunched up his face, going for the bear’s tactic of giving it his all! A bombastic, bassy rumble sounded off underneath him, so powerful that it reverberated through the floor and nearly shook the walls! It sounded like a tuba, and carried a disgusting, meaty smell - a malignant concoction of rotten beef, decaying pork and a sharp, added flavour of spoilt milk. The putty bubbled and flapped like bubblegum, a large pocket of gas quickly forming! Tommy was set to win with the volume of his poot, and he certainly blew both boys away in terms of smell, but something happened that no-one, especially not his brother, would’ve ever expected. 

With his potty training troubles, the tiger pushed a little too hard. Instead of noxious gas, his tailhole puckered out and pushed out a brown, chunky log! It flowed into the putty, crackling loudly squelched into the bubble of gas he’d produced. The smell was overwhelming, far worse than both Max and Tommy’s farts combined! To his older brother, It was like he was being filled with peanut butter, but the taste was far worse. Once it started, Tommy couldn’t stop either! It kept crackling out like a giant log, the occasional wet fart escaping and splattering flakes of scat on the outside of the blue, translucent putty. The two other boys both groaned in disgust and pinched their noses, watching as the putty slowly turned more brown than blue. Luckily, Tommy’s brother contained all of his butt-fudge, so there weren’t any stains on the carpet, but the older tiger didn’t care about stains, not when he was full of his brother’s scat!

Tommy blushed profusely and slowly climbed off of the putty, watching it deflate as all the gas was replaced with solid, brown shit. 
“S-sorry guys, I couldn’t help it…” the tiger squeaked.
“Now we’ll have to throw it out.. Hrmph! And I still wanted to BEAT Mikey..” Max huffed.
“Does this mean I win? Awesome!” the lion grinned, looking mighty proud as he wagged his tail. Tommy carefully scooped up the brown, reeking putty, even he had to wrinkle his nose at the foul smell that came from it. He threw it in the bin and let the lid snap shut, leaving his brother in there to fester in his chunky, sticky scat.

“Hey, is your brother home yet?”

There was no hope for the tiger!