It was a bright sunny Saturday, the perfect day with no work and no stress, just perfect weather and fresh air. Chase, a fluffy mountain dog and caretaker of the itty and especially bitty little bear cub, Jake, decided to take advantage of such a beautiful day with a trip to the mall. Although still small, Jake was out growing his old clothes fast. Why not use the day to get him some new big boy clothes? And afterward, tire the little guy out some time at the park. Perfect way to spend a weekend.
“Hmmm….” Chase hummed to himself, looking through a rack of shirts. There were a couple of blue striped ones, Jake’s favorite color. They looked like they’d be pretty cute on him. “Hey Jake, do you like thi…” The cub next to him just a minute ago had seemingly disappeared. “Jake?” Chase up-tuned his floppy ear at the sound of giggling. He smiled, that mischievous little bear. “Jake…” He repeated, a bit of playful ominousity in his voice. More giggles came from the other side of a shelf. Jake wasn’t cut out for the spy industry it seems. “I’m gonna get you Jake…” Chase poked his head around the shelves but found the aisle clear. “I’m gonna eat you up Jake!”
“Noooo you won’t!” A round rack of coats cooed impishly.
Despite that rack’s pessimism, Chase was pretty confident he’d find his little bear nestled inside of it. He put on his best toothy scowl, made sure his claws were in the optimal position for disemboweling, and dramatically shoved in his head in between a pair of coats. “Raaawr!”
“Ahhh!” Jake gave a pretend scream of horror before breaking into laughter when Chase grabbed him by his sides.
“Gotcha!” He lifted Jake up and out of his hiding spot with ease, though not before a little tickle here and there. “Silly boy! You ran off before yo-” Chase paused, his nose twitching.
“Chase?”
“Oh sorry…thought I…smelled something.” Chase sniffed the air in between his words, almost hungrily searching for that scent.
“A-aren’t we gonna pick a shirt?” Jake asked, pulling Chase away. There was an anxious tint in his voice.
“Huh?” Chase took one last sniff in the direction of those coats. “Oh! Yeah, right. Good memory buddy.” Jake smiled, happy to be moving away from there. Though his smile quickly faded waiting for Chase to look through clothes again. “How do you like this one Jake?” Chase showed him the striped shirt from earlier.
“Mmmmmm, I like it. It’s blue!”
“Hehe, I thought you would. Anything else here you like?”
“Umm…” Jake scanned the rack up and down, looking a bit fidgety as he did. “Not really.”
“Because no blue huh?”
“Yeah…”
“It’s alright, we can go look at other shirts. But first, maybe some new pants to go with this one.”
“What about one of those?” Jake pointed to the shelves across the aisle.
        	“Oh, you wanna check out some overalls buddy? Those’ll go great with your shirt!”
        	“Yeah!” Jake nodded excitedly.
        	“Let’s see if they have these in your size…” Chase shuffled through a few pairs before his ear picked up on the sound of movement. He turned just in time to see the back of Jake’s foot paw as he dashed down an aisle of socks. Chase sighed, exasperated.
Jake made sure this time to scurry away a little bit further, and to hide somewhere Chase would never expect: in the girls’ clothes! The impromptu hide and seek injected a little fun into some monotonous shopping, but it also gave him the chance to deal with a little problem. He peeked his head through a rack of dresses to make sure he was alone. Finally…
Jake felt some pressure in his tummy ever since they left the house this morning. That ‘have to use the bathroom’ kind of pressure, the kind that Chase always said to ‘Let me know when you gotta go!’, but Jake was always too shy to announce it. It’s Ok though, he didn’t have to go that bad. He bet he could wait until they got home no problem. Though, the bloating gasses inside him made the poor cub wince.
Jake rubbed his gurgling tummy. He bent slightly at the knees and huffed, giving his bowels a gentle push. “Boo!” Jake flinched, for real this time as a big pair of paws suddenly grabbed his shoulders. At the same time a loud sputtering PBBBBRRRRRRLLLTT exploded from his rear end.
“Sorry!” He yelped. A pink tinge grew on his cheeks. It was loud, and it smelled pretty bad too, and he did it in front of Chase! Now he’s gonna think Jake’s rude and stinky!
“I-it’s Ok.” Chase responded, a nervous smile faltering. “B-better out than in, hehe.” W-woah, that was an impressive fart for a little cub. Big and kinda wet too. He must’ve been holding it in for a while, letting it absorb all the smells of his churning stomach. And oh, the smell…It took all of Chase’s will not to not to greedily inhale gulps of air. The meaty stench of Jake’s insides filled his sensitive canine nose. It was so strong it gave his sinuses a numbing sensation. It was exactly what he caught a teasing whiff of just moments ago near the coats, only intensified. And it wasn’t just his nose that took notice either…Chase’s pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight. Of all the places and reasons to get hard, this had to be the worst. “W-well, u-um…l-let’s go get you those overalls!” Chase flustered.
“Ok…” Jake mumbled, looking down. With his eyes on the floor, he didn’t take note of how Chase walked with his new shirt just above his crotch, nor could he see the mirroring pink growing on his caretaker’s face.
Chase felt guilty for embarrassing the little guy, but god was he grateful for getting to smell that. He always really liked Jake’s stink, strange as it was. The more pungent and eye watering, the more of a rush it gave him. All of that pent up tension, blown out in one intense stinky relief. Though, usually the cub was usually too shy to let it rip in front of him, even when it ravaged his poor belly. So moments like these, where he could get a fresh scent of what Jake’s cute little butt could produce was a treat to say the least. If only it wasn’t in public this time…Hmmm. He could hear those tale-tale sounds of tummy growls. He looked down to see Jake wincing and shaking on each step. Oh, he must be real gassy, poor thing. “U-um, you feeling Ok buddy?” Chase asked, struggling to keep his mind pure. Jake only stiffened and nodded. Not very convincing. “You sure? I can hear your tummy.”
Jake flinched, was his stomach that loud? “Ummm…I’m just hungry!” He replied with a forced chipper.
Hungry? With that tummy bloat? No way. Chase’s protective instincts told him to take Jake to the bathroom pronto, but…making him just a little gassier shouldn’t hurt right? Well, maybe it'll kind of hurt literally, but he’d be fine metaphorically…or something. “We’ll go get something to eat right after we pay for these clothes.”
“Ok.” Jake answered, suddenly not sounding as excited. Standing on line for the cashier, he could feel a warm pressure sinking to the bottom of his colon. A quiet gasp escaped him, he could feel his body pushing to relieve it. He sucked in his stomach to keep it in, which only gave an angry gurgle in response. Chase pretended not to notice the groaning belly or the urgent trembles transmitted through his paw. He mentally egged on Jake to just let it out. Release all of that fresh hot gas to the world. He’d feel so much better afterward.
Jake blushed, he could feel that bout of flatulence shoving up right against his ring, just teasing him to push. Mmmm, he pressed his knees together and tried not to squirm. He and Chase are next in line. Won’t be too long now, just hold it, hold it, hold it…hrnnng, n-no! Jake’s eyes widened as the gas bubble slipped through his backside, staring with a quiet flow of warm greasy stink, and ending in a soft plap plap plap. He froze, feeling the bloat disappear, and his belly give a satisfied urrp…M-maybe no one noticed. It was one of those quick kinda farts that could be easily mistaken for some other random sound. Although, the coughing coming from behind them in line probably meant that wasn’t the case. As the cloud of stench enveloped them, a deep red grew on Jake’s face. It was like a warm haze, feeling just as greasy filling his nose as it did coming out of him. If it made Jake cringe, he could only imagine how everyone else felt.
He looked up at his canine guardian with an embarrassed pout. Chase kept his eyes to the front of the line, but his black nose twitched wildly, and the sides of his mouth looked to be fighting the urge to…smile? Or maybe it was a scowl. Either way it hurt to know that his kind and patient Chase was subjected to his smells again. “Sorry.” He mumbled, near silent. Though, Chase could still hear him over his racing heart and burning nose. He patted the poor cub’s shoulders in a subtle ‘thank you’ for that strong gift.
In the short while it took for Chase to pay for his clothes, Jake’s ailing stomach inflated back up. He bounced at the knees, the receipt just couldn’t print fast enough. “Come on buddy.” Chase offered his paw for the start of another mini-mall adventure. Jake happily grabbed it, but then tripped on himself when he felt that fart escaping. “You Ok Jake?”
“Umm, uhhh...” Jake froze, panicked as a hot flume of air whistled its way out of him. He was helpless to do anything until it ended on a moist sounding flrrrrp. “Y-yep! I-I’m fine!” He tugged Chase away from that cashier, really wishing he had a tail big enough to fan it away.
“Hmmm…” Chase both savored the humid putrid stink and pondered out loud to himself. There was a heavy scent of rotting eggs mixed with a suffocating spicy undertone. And damn, it was strong! It almost brought Chase to coughing, he loved how even the brief whiff of it hung in his throat. His erection twitched painfully in his underwear, the air was palatable and he wanted to swallow it all. But then, he saw his poor suffering little Jake nearly in tears. He could still hear his little tummy moaning. And the complaints from other store goers must’ve made him feel even worse.
“Oh my god!”
“What’s that horrible smell?!”
“I’m gonna throw up!”
Chase picked up the pace, a little sad he couldn’t bask in that funk a little longer. He swore to himself that they’d make a bathroom stop after lunch. “Don’t worry about them Jake,” He tried to reassure. “They’re just jerks, you don’t stink.”
Jake only whimpered in response. He knew full well that wasn’t true, but Chase being so nice and caring made him feel a little bit better. It also felt good when they finally left the store. Bathroom needs aside, it felt like they were in there forever.
Walking through the bustling halls of the mall, Jake lagged a bit behind Chase. His stomachache was getting more intense, the bloating just wouldn’t stop. He walked with a slight hunch from the tummy pain. On each step small poots buzzed their way from between his cheeks. The back of his briefs got a constant dusting of foul boy gas. The scent, combined with the sour musk of his rump would be permanently baked into the fabric by the end of the day. “Am I walking too fast?” Chase asked, slowing down.
“No, it’s Ok!” Jake straightened up. “We can walk faster!” He urged, a little strain in his voice.
Chase sniffed the air as his little bear’s fart cloud caught up with them. He turned his head so Jake wouldn’t see him hoggishly huff. He shuddered, sighing on his exhale. That one smelled particularly ripe, a potty break was imminent. But, several other actually pleasant scents from the food court got his attention. He was kind of hungry and might as well fill Jake up completely before he goes. A real nice and gassy number 2 always feels better anyway. “What do you want to eat buddy? Tacos? I remember you love them. You always asked for seconds when I make em’.” Chase not so subtly suggested.
“Y-yeah.”
“Great! I’ll order us some.” Jake frowned at that. He really wasn’t hungry, and definitely didn’t need anything to make him gassier, yet his bashfulness left him mute as Chase made their order. He also found himself shifting his weight from foot to foot, another massive gas bubble trying to pry his hole open. He kept his cheeks clenched and walked with an awkward gait when Chase led them to a table to wait out their order.
Chase of course took note of that, and Jake’s little urgent jolts when he took his seat. It made him excited, he had to cross his legs thinking about how much pressure was packed into that groaning belly. “Is your tummy still hurting buddy?”
“A little bit…” Jake mumbled shyly.
“Are you feeling gassy?” Jake couldn’t look at him. He stared down at the table with a deep red on his cheeks. “Jake?” Chase asked with a tenderness in his voice.
“Y-yeah…” Jake responded barely above a whisper.
“Well, no one’s around.” Jake looked back up to find Chase with an encouraging smile. “Go ahead, let it out.”
“B-but…i-it’ll be…stinky.”
“That’s Ok, better than sitting around with a tummy ache.”
Jake gave the tiniest whimper under his breath, his stomach roaring its discontent. He looked around, double checking if the coast was clear. No one’s sitting in their immediate vicinity, and passersby were simply minding their business. He squirmed and gave Chase one last vulnerable look for reassurance.
“I promise, no one’s gonna laugh.” Chase rubbed his shoulder.
Jake whined, he really didn’t want to do this in public, especially not in front of Chase, but mmfh, he couldn’t hold it. He barely even had to push for a giant ripping BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT to pound the chair underneath him. He stiffened and gripped his knees, it was so loud, and it roughly slapped its way from between his buttcheeks. He could even feel it warming up the back of his undies and pants, it was so steamy. Jake sighed as his gaseous relief finally bubbled to an end. Immediately he caught a scent of his own foul winds. It was like someone had lit garbage on fire and blew the hot smoke at him. It almost hurt to breathe, he had to cover his nose. “E-excuse me…”
Chase took short breaths, his tongue threatening to fall out his mouth as he panted through their rank sauna. “S-see? Doesn’t that feel better?”
Jake nodded, beet red. For a moment it felt better, a lot better. However, with most of the bloating gone he quickly noticed a heavier pressure starting to take his place. He squeezed his thighs together feeling a cramp starting to rise.
“Good boy.”  Chase reached down to rub Jake’s soft belly, making the cub gasp at his gentle touch. Even through his shirt, Chase could feel it bubble and churn underneath his rubs. And when he went just a little bit lower, he could feel something more solid. Mmmm, so much waste was piled up waiting for its release. That’s gonna feel so good to finally push out. Jake looked up at him with a pouty expression, giving small whines with each swipe of Chase’s paw. Awww, poor little cutie. He smiled warmly at his flustered bear. “Still got a tummy ache?”
“Kinda…” Chase’s rubs helped soothe that oncoming cramp, but he kept pressing on the remaining bloat, making him gasp and stiffen rhythmically. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of another fart… “U-umm…Chase-” He was cut-off by a very wet deep sounding BBBRRRUUUURRRPPPP. “Ah! Excuse me!” He covered his face when the paint peeling stench engulfed them again.
Chase gulped as much of the tainted air as he could. It made him dizzy, all the oxygen in his lungs was being replaced by a pungent sulfur, and he just couldn’t get enough. “I-it’s Ok buddy.” He patted Jake’s head while his legs crossed tighter on the bulge in his pants. He gripped the table with his other paw to keep from fondling himself in public, the stink nearly made him lose all his wits. He just needed to wait awhile, Jake won’t be the only one busy in a bathroom stall…Oh! Chase’s ears perked up, the cashier just announced their food was ready. Looks like he’ll have to let this stink plume go. But no problem, he’ll just prod a few more out of his best boy. Though, he was also faced with the problem of his raging boner. Uhhhhh, quick, gross thoughts! Uh, poop…farts…No, no, that’s making it worse! Um, uhhhh, old ladies…math…perfume…Perfect! “Be right back big guy!”
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“Mmmm…” Jake whined, shuffling a little in his seat. He looked off to the side.
“Go ahead…don’t hold it in.” Chase casually slipped a paw back to his little belly.
“Mmm…” Jake whined again, a little bit more shame in this one. He tensed, a wet and bubbly RRRRRRRUUUUUuuuuu rumbled and petered out from under him. He sighed, feeling that temporary relief once more.
Chase inhaled deeply through his mouth before happily biting down on his cheeseburger. Whew, he could moan from the combo of eggy and spicy flavors, topped off with a potent boy essence attacking his tongue. A satisfied sigh escaped his full mouth. “You’re not hungry Jake?” Chase asked casually between chews. He already knew the answer and wasn’t surprised that Jake only took two or three bites out of his normally beloved taco.
“Not really…”
Chase took another deep breath just before he swallowed. He shivered feeling that stench-soaked food go down his throat with a tingle. “That’s Ok, we can save it for your dinner.” He smiled at that note, he’ll be keeping his bear gassy all day. He finished the last bite of his cheeseburger while taking rapid little sniffs of the fading fart cloud. Ahhh, chef’s kiss. He patted Jake’s head for the good meal. “You gotta use the bathroom before we do some more shopping?”
“More?”  Jake asked, sounding disappointed.
 “Yep, still gotta get you some new shorts and socks. So, if you gotta go now’s the chance.”
Jake tilted his head. The heavy load in his belly shifted lower, but overall his stomach felt calmer…maybe a little too calm. He could wait, and he really didn’t want to burden Chase or use a public bathroom where everyone could smell him. “No, I’m fine.” He stated with all the confidence he could gather.
Now it was Chase’s turn to tilt his head. “You…sure? What about your tummy ache?”
“It’s Ok, feel better now.” Jake added with a smile. He was genuinely excited to get the most urgent of his gas out.
Normally, this is when Chase would make a responsible grown-up executive order and take Jake to the restrooms anyway. But…it would be fun to bask in Jake’s toots just a little bit longer. Then, Chase swore that he will absolutely, really, truly take Jake to the bathroom before they left. “Well remember, if you gotta go, let me know.”
“I will.” It felt a little foreshadowy hearing Chase’s diligent rhyme again, and knowing he felt too embarrassed to follow it…again. But Jake just tried to ignore it. He felt better, and they were one step closer to going back home. He hopped off the chair and froze, his eyes wide. The jolt of his landing went through his body, and his stomach jolted back. A sudden deeper, sharper cramp tore through his midsection. He could feel his packed intestines trying to push a slimy solid mass between his cheeks. He gripped onto the chair, sucking in his stomach, and drawing the mass back into the colon.
“Jake? You alright?”
“Uh-huh!” He pried himself off the chair. “I-I just tripped!” He stiffly walked over to grab Chase’s paw and started pulling him back towards the store. 
“Hmmm, Ok.” On the short walk back to the store, Chase kept his ears peeled and eyes on his little bear. He heard no more flatulence, but he could certainly smell it. Absolutely rancid, with a heavy bitter scent of fecal matter. He must be getting closer to his limit, Chase could literally smell his delicious desperate need.
Even while browsing in the store, Jake kept leaking small silent poot puffs. It worried him how wet they were. He swore his butt cheeks felt slimy sliding past each other on every step. And even more scary, were the waves of desperation interspersed between them. On each one he had to clench every muscle, pressing his knees together to stop that slippery turd from shooting into his undies.
“Hey, Jake?” The cub in question jumped. “How do you like these shorts?” Chase smiled brightly as the smell of rotten eggs stung his nose. He held up a pair of blue running shorts that would be great for hot days at the playground.
“I-I like them!” Jake replied with a familiar strain in his voice.
Chase’s smile faded to a more investigative look. That smell, as much as he loved basking in it, strangely wasn’t going away. A pungent and permanent attack on the nose that followed everywhere they went. Not at all like the typical fart, with its ebbs and flows of strength…wait. Does that mean that Jake just…uh-oh. “Let’s go try them on.”
Jake followed behind Chase to the dressing rooms, giving him the privacy to squirm and side against those stabs in his lower belly. He whined silently, he couldn’t hold this much longer, it hurt so much that it brought tears in his eyes. As they entered a room, he considered telling Chase his need. Would he be mad at him for waiting until now? Until they were back in another store and about to burst?
“Go ahead…” Chase encouraged, noting Jake’s hesitance to take off his pants. The responsible mess-cleaner-upper side of him prayed his little cub didn’t just soil himself in public, but the horny side of him prayed he did…sometimes Chase hated that side of him.
“O-Ok.” Jake’s paws shook undoing his button and zipper, it was a struggle just to stand still. He tucked his thumbs under the waistband and started to pull them down, but he immediately froze while his pants continued falling to his ankles. He whipped back up, his cheeks clenched with a squish. He could feel his compacted colon squeeze as he bent over, it almost came out!
“Oh…” Chase’s mouth hung open. It was exactly what he expected, but it still made his heart skip a beat. On the back of Jake’s briefs, right in the center of the dip of the fabric along his crack, there was a sizable brown stain. “Jake…you uh…y-you had a bit of an accident buddy.” Chase felt his face gravitate to that stain, that nauseating stench intensified with every inch closer. He could even smell some hidden layers of sweetness and savory underneath the suffocating potency of excrement. He twitched with excitement, he could bury his snout between those plush nasty cheeks…
Jake gasped, a feeling of dread washed over him. He turned to look at his reflection in one of the many angled mirrors to find that it indeed did come out. “No!” He exclaimed in a whine. He tried so hard to hold it so Chase wouldn’t be mad, but now Chase was gonna be really mad. Jake’s a big boy, he knows how to use the bathroom, he knows he was supposed to tell Chase right away, yet he didn’t, too stupid to speak. What a dumb, stinky, bad baby. All that frustration and pain boiled over until he was crying into his paws.
Chase snapped out of his horny daze upon hearing his little bear’s sobs. He sighed deeply, exasperated with himself. He knew Jake had to go but instead he let the poor cub suffer for his own fun. He blushed looking again at Jake’s little bubble tush in those dirty briefs, really, really, really wishing this wasn’t so hot. “Jake, do you still have to go?”
“Y-yes, hng!” He hunched, feeling another urge hit him. A quiet squishy sounding poot oozed out of him. Chase could hear his hole squelch fighting back a log. “R-really, b-ba-bad.” He ended with a sob, his whole body shaking in desperation and anguish.
“Hey, hey, it’s Ok, it’s just a little accident.” Chase kneeled to wipe the tears from his face, feeling just as much guilt as Jake did. “We got you a new pack of undies earlier. Let’s go to the bathroom and you can change into them when you’re done.”
“O-Ok…” Jake sniffed.
Chase rebuttoned Jake’s pants back up. “Come on, we gotta hurry, hurry!” He grabbed Jake’s paw, leading the pair as they dashed through aisles and out of the store.
The closest bathroom Chase knew of was upstairs on the 2nd floor. Hopefully the little guy can hold it till then. But if not, at least it’ll be a nice show…Grrrrrrrr, no! No horny! That’s what got them into this mess!
“Mmmm…” Jake groaned, running was loosening up his bowels. He pressed a paw against his butt to keep that yo-yoing log in.
“Too fast?” Chase asked, hearing his plight.
“No, no!” Jake was too scared to slow down, he might not make it if they do.
Quickly, they arrived at the elevator. Now was the painful wait for it to actually appear. “Chase!” Jake whined, stomping in place.
“We’re almost there buddy, hold it!”
“Nnnng.” Jake groaned, arching his back and squeezed his cheeks shut for dear life.
“Look, look it’s here!”
Jake felt a rush of hope seeing the door open before him. He hurried inside, only to have those hopes dashed when he realized it would mean more waiting. “Chase…”
“Almost there, almost there.” Chase pet his head as the doors closed.
“Ooohhhh.” Jake stood knock-kneed, holding his stomach and bouncing at his knees. Chase bent down to give his good boy an encouraging kiss on the cheek. It’ll be a photo finish when they get to the bathroom. He’ll barely have time to whip those pants and undies down, never mind even putting a layer of safety toilet paper on the seat. He’ll just have to hover…it would give a nice view of his gassy load launching out of that cute little butt…getting to see his hole twitch and dilate for every push and fart…and it would probably smell pretty good too- “Ah!”
Suddenly the pair felt the elevator grind to a halt. “Huh?”
        	“W-what happened?” A nervous Jake asked, starting to pace in place again.
“I dunno…” Chase pressed the button for the second floor, but the elevator remained unresponsive. First floor, third floor, door open, close, emergency bell, nothing. They were officially stuck.
“Oooh, Chase my tummy!” Jake moaned, a paw rubbing his stomach as his steps became more rapid.
“I know buddy, I know.” Chase was helpless to do anything besides manically pressing buttons. That, and vainly trying not to get turned on by his desperation.
“Oh! Oh no!” Suddenly Jake shifted to his tiptoes, squeezing both sides of his butt. “It’s poking out!”
“Um, uhhh…”
“K-Chase! It’s…hnnngg…ah…ahhh.” A rushing onslaught of poots and crackling emanated from Jake’s pants. Moments later, there was a squelching sound as a lump formed and bubbled under the fabric. His face went from frantic, to his cheeks puffing out with effort for a last-ditch attempt to hold it back, to overwhelmed shock and relief, and finally the horror of what he had just done. “Chase!” Jake wailed. “I…I pooped my pants!” He broke down into sobbing.
Oh god. Immediately Chase was punched in the face by the stench of pure shit. His eyes watered, he coughed, the air in the elevator was quickly being replaced by sulfur and acrid boy insides. It was amazing, every gasp for the tainted air left him choking more. Every breath completely inflamed his nose and lungs, he could taste the bitter, sour, and almost chemical-like layer of bacteria that now coated his tongue. He felt dizzy, his eyes rolled back. He could bust a nut and faint right now…if only his little bear weren’t in distress.
“Aww…b-buddy.” Chase stammered, fighting not to cough. He kneeled down next Jake, or at least tried to. He clumsily fell to his knees in his stench induced daze. He pulled Jake into a hug, he genuinely wanted to comfort the little guy, but he was also so hot and bothered he needed to touch something. His right paw just so happened to squeeze right down on the back of Jake’s soiled pants. He flinched, it sent chills down his spine. It was so soft, warm, mushy, and the scent was deadly. The perfect stink bag to bury his nose and…a few other things in. “Jake…” He started slowly, his world still spinning. “Does your tummy still hurt?”
“Y-yeah…” He mumbled, his chin on Chase’s shoulder.
A smile spread on Chase’s face. “Go ahead…push the rest out.” He barely hid the deep sated hunger in his voice.
“Wha…what?”
“You already went, might as well finish it off so you can feel better.”
“B-but…” Jake sniffed. Chase was already choking in his stench, he really didn’t want to completely kill off his kind guardian dog even if he was still ravaging with cramps.
“It’s Ok…” Chase was slurring his words at this point, it seemed like only methane and sulfur was pumping to his brain. “I won’t be mad.”
Jake hesitated, shaking against his urges. He needed a moment to prepare himself to purposely poop his pants…in front of Chase. He bent his knees, took a deep breath and grunted, a cute look of strain on his face. He held on to Chase as the sound of loud crackling and sputtering farts filled the elevator once more. The lump in his pants expanded and started to hang down, stopping when Jake exhaled with a loud sigh. There was a dreamy faraway look in his tear-stung eyes. “Better?” Chase asked, giving his now squishier backside an ample squeeze.
Jake slowly nodded. “Better.” He didn’t really know how to feel about this. He trembled, this time overcome with the euphoric relief he felt in tummy. Finally, all the pain and weight he carried around for hours was gone. And Chase shockingly wasn’t mad. No anger at the fact he had the world’s deadliest laundry to do, nor at the fact his cub was now a complete swampy mess in public. He only cared that Jake felt better. Chase really was the bestest, nicest, awesomeist grown-up a boy could ask for.
Although, with all those nice things, Jake’s underwear was currently overflowing with fetid sloppy bear shit. He could feel it, and all of its intense smells getting caked into his crack and fur. It felt so warm, so sticky yet so greasy, so…gross. This was probably the first time Jake ever really wanted a bath. “H-hah!” Not helping was Chase essentially massaging the slop deeper into his fur. “Chase! You’re getting it all over my butt!”
“Hehe, sorry.” Chase reluctantly released his putrid backside, his paw was moist with a foul film of hot condensation and leaked through grease. Ah, he was in heaven. He loved his bear so much. “Are you finished?”
“Um…” Jake gave one more push, groaning and shaking in Chase’s embrace. “Oh!” He gasped as a fart rippled through the pulpy mess in his underwear, sounding as if it were underwater. The semi-liquid reverberations tickled every crevice. "I’m f-finished.” He quietly announced, bright red. 
Chase chuckled, giving the poor little stinker a cheek kiss. “Good boy.” He sent a paw up Jake’s shirt and rubbed directly on that soft tummy fur. The mass he felt earlier was gone, though it was still with them of course, and no more upset bubbles. “Wow, you really had to go.”
“Yeah…s-sorry.”
“Don’t feel bad buddy.” Really Chase felt like he should be the one apologizing for failing his grown-up duties, no pun intended…Ok some pun intended. “Just tell me next time you have to go. I won’t be mad.”
“I will.” Jake meant it this time when he said it. For a second, a small smile appeared on his face. His stomach didn’t hurt anymore, and he still had such an understanding guardian. But, the discomfort of the heavy wet slop in his pants was making him antsy. Not to mention how the suffocating stink was giving him a headache. “Chase…I really wanna go home now.”
“Yeah, me too.” Chase was particularly excited about having some fun with those soiled undies. “Get you into a nice warm bath, and maybe you can have some extra ice cream after dinner.” 
“Really?!” Jake popped off Chase’s shoulder with a smile full of life.
Chase chuckled. “Yep, I think you deserve it after the day you had.”
“Yay!” Jake jumped back into a hug. “Thanks Chase-woah!” The lights flickered and the elevator jerked back to a start.
 “Oh, just our luck huh buddy? If only it worked a few minutes earlier.”
“Chase!” Jake piped up, a new fit of worry in his voice. “What if people see my…pants.” He lowered his head on the last word.
“Oh, right. Quick, quick!” Chase unzipped his hoodie and tied it around Jake’s waist just before they reached the 2nd floor. Jake returned a grateful shy smile. That hoodie was definitely a goner though, it would be unwearable after absorbing all that wretched stink. The harsh smell would radiate for miles and make any passersby shriek at an otherwise respectable canine…Chase might just keep it anyway.
When the doors opened, there was a breeze as the hot foul air was induced outwards in the direction of a maintenance repair dog. “Are you two alright? Sorry about th-” He was cut off by his own gag. His glasses fogged up instantly, hiding his squinted distressed eyes. “O-oh god!” He yelled before breaking into violent coughs and retching.
Jake frowned, covering his face, while Chase rolled his eyes and guided his cub around the spasming man and all the other choking nearby mall goers. It really was a shame that not everyone could appreciate Jake’s smells, they truly were a gift. Oh well. At least Chase will always love this little stinker, no matter how foul he gets.