Taffy yawned. His nagging internal clock told the ram it’s the start of a new day. In that floaty state between asleep and awake, he attempts to lazily roll off his belly but there’s a strange weight pressing on his back. It’s enough of a surprise to fully pull him back into that woesome consciousness. His internal clock cheers.
	It takes a few blinks for Taffy’s world to come into focus. Ahead of him, sunlight peeks through cracks in the old barn’s walls, providing shard shaped spotlights for the dusty hay-stricken wood floors. And when Taffy turned his head around to peer back, he saw…girls. A lot of girls, including a pair who decided to use his back as a pillow. Well, to be more accurate, one layed across his back, while the other rested her head on his rump. And both parts proved to be good pillows their respective occupants were still fast asleep, along with the other countless ewes curled up around him on their makeshift hay beds.
	Taffy sighed, resting his chin on his folded arms. The past year’s been real interesting for him. After a Summer spent in tight fitting underwear…minus all the times the girls successfully pulled it off him, he’s come to realize that the female gaze is inescapable, dare say it’s all-knowing. As such, this Taffy, this more mature, full wool coat Taffy, learned how to enjoy…tolerate, the persistent company. No more childishly running away from hugs or hiding in uncomfortable places in a vain attempt to sleep alone. This Taffy communicates his needs and boundaries, and helplessly prays they’re respected. This Taffy participates in ‘girly’ activities like tea parties and watching romantic movies because it’s polite, and the snacks are pretty good. This Taffy agrees to sleep together with the girls because…girl cuddles a-actually aren’t that bad. Though, he’d really prefer them just not to be on his fluffy backside.
	He winced, feeling a rumble in his stomach. It’s really a shame that ewe had to lay her head where she did, for when morning comes, so does morning gas. And the weight pressing on his back certainly didn’t help, squeezing his inflated stomach like a balloon. He blushed looking back at them, feeling those pockets of air pressing so uncomfortably on his guts. They’re still asleep…if he lets it out quiet, the smell won’t wake them up…right?
	Taffy flinched when he felt a stir, clenching his rump tight. First, the lamb on his back did her gentle awakening shifts, bumping into the other lamb, triggering her own sleepy blinks. And the sudden clenching of her pillow further pulled her out of sleep. Taffy held his breath, and some other winds, as the pair slowly picked themselves off him. Having their weight disappear was a relief in one aspect, but the sudden shift in pressure nearly pushed that gas bubble out of him. He sucked in his stomach and turned his head to hide his expression of strain.
The girls did their dainty yawns and stretches, taking their time to fully wake up before they noticed Taffy’s emerald eyes staring back at them. They smiled warmly at their morning surprise. “Good morning Taffy.” Whispered the ewe who used his spine as a headrest.
	“Good morning Sage.” He responded with a weary grin. Close call, those clingy girls. With an unburned back, Taffy rose to his knees and opened his arms, he knew what the girls wanted. And of course, Sage took his offer for a hug without hesitation. Taffy cringed as she squeezed his sides, tightening his lip and his buttcheeks. His stomach gurgled out its annoyance.
	“Ooh,” Sage giggled. “Are you hungry?”
	“A little bit.” He blushed. Perhaps it’s best he excuses himself to somewhere more solitary before something explosive happens. “Uh, Sage I hav-” He flinched, clenching against a sudden embrace from behind.
	“Hi Taffy.” A whisper in his ear made him shudder.
	“…Hey Cherry.” He was officially trapped in a lamb sandwich, both girls getting comfortable resting their chins on his shoulders. His face went to a panicked frown, their combined pressure shoved that bubble against his ring. One wrong move and a stink bomb’s gonna blow.
	“Your butt’s a good pillow.” Cherry said with a voice full of whimsy. “Really soft, squishy, big.” She giggled on that last note.
	“U-uh…thanks?”
	“No, thank you.” She slipped two fingers down to press into his wool and pinch his rump.
	“Ow! Cherry!” Cherry chuckled, feeling that cheek clench. If only she knew what it held back.
	“Stop being mean to him.” Sage batted away her hand.
	“You’re just jealous you don’t know what his butt feels like.”
	“No I’m not!”
	“It’s Ok, he doesn’t mind.” Cherry guided her hand down his back. The ticklish feeling made his hole quiver. “Hurry, feel it before anyone else wakes up.”
	“Nooooo!” Sage cried, but she didn’t pull away.
	“U-um guys,” Taffy trembled. “Can you get off? I have to go the bathroom.” The admittance made his cheeks warm, but it was sensible, mature thing to do.
	“Oh!” Sage popped off him. “Get off him Cherry! We don’t want another accident!”
	Taffy flushed pink at that. A year later and that’s still at the top of everyone’s minds. “Do you want me to go with you Taffy?” Cherry asked sweetly. “I can help you make it.”
	Taffy didn’t know what that meant, nor did he want to…maybe. “No thanks, it’s…it’s not an emergency.” Though, with that warmth pushing underwear his tail, it kind of was. 
	She sighed, disappointed to separate from her prince. “Fine…” She couldn’t leave, however, without first giving him a ticklish jab to the belly. “Boop.”
	“Ah-” FLRBRRBT! Taffy could barely gasp before that hot air exploded out of him. He went stiff, slamming his cheeks together to cut off the foul flow.
	Sage was equally frozen, wide eyed and covering her open mouth. “Oh my god…” Cherry started, a face full of shock and recoiled back as if she was just punched.
	Blood rushed to Taffy’s face, he really did that in front of not just one, but two girls. And, umf, he could feel from the rumble in his belly that he wasn’t done. U-uh, w-well, he had to say something to them. “E-excu-”
	“Did you just fart?!” Cherry exclaimed, very, very loudly, before breaking into laughter…also loud. Sage couldn’t hold back giggles either from behind her hands.
	“No, no, no, sssshhhhhhh!” The blatant lies rasped from him out of instinct. He looked around horrified seeing other lambs start to stir.
	“Wow…I don’t think I’ve ever heard you fart before!” A morbid smile briefly appeared on Cherry’s face before it crumpled into a scowl. That’s when the smell hit. “Oh my god!” And it was that shriek that fully woke up their surrounding barn mates. “Pee-yew!” Cherry pinched her nose. Poor Sage couldn’t stop coughing.
	“Sorry!” Ugh, the scent of rotting vegetables managed to make Taffy’s own nose burn. He rapidly waved away the toxic cloud from his rump, but it did little to help in the stagnant air of the barn. It also gave the ewes behind him a rather rude awakening.
	“Eugh…what’s that smell…”
	“Gross!”
	“My eyes hurt…” Taffy shrunk hearing their sleepy voices give way to coughs and whines. I-is it really that bad?
	“Taffy farted!” Cherry tattled. Shame whipped through the accused ram like lightning.
	“Ewwww!”
	“Boys fart?!”
	“What did he eat?!”
	“Sorry, sorry!” Taffy rose on shaking legs, he could feel more gas bubbles ready to slip through his cheeks. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” He scurried around offended and retching ewes to the door.
	He burst out of the barn into the fresh air, feeling just a tinge more embarrassment at the great contrast of scents. He winced, the warmth of the Spring sun matched his temperate insides and made that bloating even more uncomfortable. 
	He jogged around to the back of the barn, double, triple checking that the old hay bales were his only audience. Hmph, it’s pushing on his butthole…he raised a knee and gave his guts a push. FFFFFRRRRRTTTT! “Mmf…” He let out a grunt of effort. A red tinge lingered on his face as he looked behind him…that was loud. That blast was so dramatic it left his rump warm, yet it didn’t give him much relief. He rubbed his belly, it moaned underneath a layer of wool. A heavy weight had been building in his colon over the past few days, perhaps the dryer grainy diet of Spring oats induced some constipation. He winced at those firm stabs of pressure in his colon. Seems like today his body was finally ready to push it out. Well, better late than never.
	“Wheeeeew-wee!” Taffy’s stomach dropped. He whipped his head around to see their farmer approaching with a giddy smile. “Got the ground shaking boy!” 
	“Excuse me!” Taffy fanned the air from his rump, horrified as the farmer came in close.
	“Why ain’t that cute.” The farmer laughed, giving Taffy’s shoulder a firm smack. “Don’t worry about me boy, been smelling that for years-oh!” The farmer’s laughter was cut off by coughing. “Good god, what have I been feeding y’all?!”
	“Sorry…” Taffy looked to the ground with pink on his cheeks.
“Ah…just be glad the girls didn’t hear that.” The farmer said with a sympathetic head pat. A little too late for that notion. “How you doin’ this fine morning?”
“I’m good.” Taffy was a bit unsure about that answer as he felt a mild cramp creeping up his stomach.
“I bet, that little bomb must’ve made you feel light enough to fly.” He chuckled as Taffy cringed. It did feel…pr-pretty good… “One of your girlfriends could use the help of a big strong boy to bring breakfast in from the fields. I’m sure they’ll give you a nice little treat for your troubles.”
“They’re…th-they’re not my girlfriends.” It mumbled out of him like a lie.
“Oh, really now? Ain’t y’all friends?”
“Yeah…”
“And ain’t they some pretty girls?” Taffy opened his mouth, but a blush and petty pout tightened his lips before any words could escape. The farmer laughed and ruffled his ram’s hair. “I’m just messin’ with you boy. Thanks for helping my girls, make sure you get that stomach nice and full after.” The farmer gave Taffy a pat and headed on his way.
“Ok…” Taffy mumbled, half of him still reeling from that ‘girlfriend’ implication…jeez the girls would rip him apart if they heard that. The other half of him, specifically the bottom half, reeled from the ominous gurgling in his stomach. He rubbed his belly, feeling that uncomfortable pressure weighing on his bowels like a stone. Ugh, he’s already more than full enough. It’s best he visits the outhouse first and takes care of this now. He’ll be quick for his girlfr…h-his friends.
Taffy continued around the back of the barn, making sure absolutely none of the ewes from earlier were around, and headed towards the outhouse. He followed the decline along the path with a rather stiff gait, his gut didn’t appreciate the uneven territory. The jolt of his waste on each step let more upset gas bubbles slip through his bowels until they pushed and sizzled up against his tailhole. He winced, his nagging cramps had too grew more aggravated with his awkward steps, it was a torturous combo in his guts. “Ugh…” Taffy paused while surrounded by thick berry bushes to hold the bottom of his groaning belly. The sharp, twisting pains continued to stab even when standing still, he had to let that gas out. He looked around, no other lambs along the path, yet the thought of it still brought warmth to his cheeks. He’ll make it quiet…
“Taffy!”
The lamb in question flinched and clenched his rump shut. Just his luck. “Y-yeah?”
“Good morning!” A happy ewe sprung out of the bushes behind him. 
“Hi Clove.” Taffy replied, barely hiding the disappointment in his voice. More turbulent air rumbled in his stomach.
“Can you help me carry the strawberries to the barn, pretty please? They’re really heavy.”
“Sure, let me see.” Taffy took careful steps over the bushes, holding his breath and keeping his butt tight as he lifted his legs over. Ooh, upon planting his hooves back to the ground, his cramp temporarily rescinded, leaving only that airy poke and prod in his backside. He tried to keep his legs from shaking. “W-wow Clove, you have a lot.” Taffy looked down to a waist high basket filled to the brim with red speckled fruit.
“Yeah! We have way more than ever this year!” She said with a prideful bounce. “I can take one handle and you can take the other so we can carry it up the hill.”
Taffy nudged the basket with his knee to get a feel of its weight. Heavy, especially for a little ewe, but as the farmer’s ‘big strong boy,’ Taffy could handle it. “No it’s Ok, I got it.”
“Really? But it’s a lot.”
“It’s fine, I carry stuff like this all the time.” He added, not without a whiff of pride himself.
“Wow, you’re so strong!” Clove commented with wonder.
Taffy felt himself warm at that dreamy observation. Well now he definitely has to carry it. And, as he also felt warmth rise at the base of his butt, do so without completely embarrassing himself…again. He took a peek behind his shoulder and saw Clove patiently waiting for her big, strong prince, with an enchanted smile on her face. Ok, Ok, can’t mess this up. Taffy took a deep breath through his nose, clenched his rump tight, and…does he hear giggling?
“W-what?” He looked back, instinctively flopping his tail down over his rump. It didn’t do much to assist in covering an already wooled over butt, and even then, his short tail was particularly bad at hiding the indents of his assets.
“Nothing…” Clove said, flickering her eyes up with a blush and giddy grin.
Oh great, she’s eyeing him up too. Whatever, just…just don’t think about it. With nervous hands extended, he slowly bent over, awkwardly keeping his back straight and successfully grabbed the handles without incident. But his stomach grew angry while in that punishing compressed position, and it felt oh-so easy for his butthole to open right now. Mmfh…Ok, Ok. Just keep it together, lift the basket, and walk behind Clove so he can air out in peace. Taffy tightened every muscle, including that of his twitching hole and lifted the basket from the ground. Ah! Suddenly there’s so many contrasting pressures. The strain on his arms, the squeezing cramps in his colon, the fart making his ring bulge out, he couldn’t hold it…
Clove, with her rather intimate chosen view noticed Taffy’s tail suddenly flickering for dear life. “Taffy, what’s wro-”
BRRAAAAPP! “Sorry!” BRRRPT! “Sor-” Brrrpppt. “…S-sorry.” Taffy stood frozen, clenching so hard his back arched. That last poot felt a little too moist for comfort, and those warm bubbles against his hole were replaced by a growing soreness.
“Oh, w-wow…” Clove’s voice was broken up by chuckles. 
Oh god, and that was witnessed by yet another girl. “S-sorry.” Taffy kept his eyes on the ground as he promptly heaved the basket up and stepped over the path, more than ready to put some space between them. But that wide step over the bushes put a little too much strain on his guts, and he was paralyzed again with sharp pangs below his waist.
“Taffy…oh gosh…” Cloved coughed in between chuckles as she approached. 
“No, no, don’t! It smells really bad…sorry.” He burned red as he tried to fan the air away.
“I know.” She said a playful pinch of her nose.
“S-sorry.” He shuffled in place as his knees turned inward, the shame seemed to induce another harsh twinge.
“It’s Ok, everybody does it. Especially boys.” She giggled. Taffy sighed with a shiver as that cramp withered away, but the underlying heaviness in his colon didn’t feel much more welcoming. “Let’s go to breakfast,” Clove wrapped a sweet arm around his, which made him shiver for a different reason. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“O-Ok.” Well, embraced by the same girl he just gassed, not the worst outcome. The walk back up the hill had no more embarrassing incidents, at least none that Clove could tell. Taffy’s stomach didn’t let up, rhythmic stabbing waves rocked his insides every so often, each one giving his steps a slight stutter. He grit his teeth as those pangs prodded his butthole with a sharper pressure than before. Ooh, his hips shivered, he has to push it out. He took a quick look at his side to confirm his travel mate was none the wiser. As his hoof lifted up on the next step, through the position where that churning pressure was hardest to hold, he gave the slightest teasing push on his colon with a gentle huff. “Mmf.” 
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” And on the second it took for that shaky hoof to hit the ground again, a soft, extremely greasy pout of gas quietly puttered through his cheeks. He sighed, left with some temporary relief, and a very swampy feeling in his rump, eugh. At least they were finally approaching the picnic tables near the barn, placed on top of the hill to provide the most beautiful scnery as they ate. As soon as he dropped off this load, it was straight to the outhouse to drop one of his own.
“Ooh, strawberries!”
“Good morning!”
“Woah, Taffy’s so strong!” All the lambs’ excited heads turned towards them as they arrived.
“Clove, Clove!” Cherry came running up to them. “Did you know Taffy farted so loud this morning it woke everyone up?!”
“Cherry!” Taffy hissed, dropping the basket with a thud. The surrounding crowd of lambs broke into laughter, making pink jump back on his face again.
“N-no, I d-didn’t know.” Clove said, failing to hold back giggles.
“Hey, don’t laugh at him!” Sage shouted over rowdy crowd. “Remember how we made him cry when he peed?!” A guilty ‘ooh’ echoed through the benches. Meanwhile Taffy had a visceral shudder at the return of that memory.
“Or that time we stole his undies!” Cherry added with glee, her eyes flickering down to Taffy’s now wooled over bulge. 
“Ugh…thanks.” Taffy mumbled factiously, folding his hands over his crotch. He found the ground a much easier companion to make eye contact with.
“Sorry…”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“Sorry, but it was really funny.” The other lambs said after each other.
“Taffy,” A concerned looking ewe approached. “Does your tummy hurt?”
“No, I’m Ok Pumpkin.” He lied. At that very moment his buttcheeks strained to stay closed. Another wave of intense stomach pressure was trying to claw its way out.
“Are you sure? I can hear it growling.” Pumpkin turned her head to hover an ear over his midsection.
“Oh, me too.” Sage agreed, edging in close. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a tummy ache?”
“No, no, I’m fine! I’m just hungry!” He took small stiff steps back, his belly gurgling louder with the extra stress.
“I can rub your tummy for you!” said Anise, yet another eager offer to help their prince.
“Nah, I got it!” Cherry declared, firmly slapping a hand on his belly. Taffy flinched feeling that force on his hole double.
“Cherry stop, you’re too rough!” Pumpkin snapped, forcing her own hand on his stomach.
“Taffy likes it when I’m rough!”
“Let me try, I wanna feel his belly wool!” Anise happily added her own rubs.
“W-wait!” Taffy gasped and flinched, all those heavy hands churning the already bothered contents of his guts. Ugh, it hurt! His desperate ring puckered wildly between his tight cheeks.
“Aww, your tummy’s all rumbly inside.” Sage sympathized.
“Gee, you’re so ticklish!” Pumpkin giggled at his stomach rolling under their touches. 
“His butt’s really twitchy too!” Taffy flinched when a giggling Cherry gave herself a generous handful of his meaty glutes.
That sudden squeeze tipped the scales of his body’s control. “Aah…” He was helpless as a giant, wet, ripping fart mercilessly tore its way through his tight cheeks. Its loud, impolite entrance to the world made the entire crowd go silent, and the hands on his belly—which certainly felt that bubble pop underneath—freeze. “Hoh…” Taffy huffed out, bright red, both in relief, and the suffocating shame of what he just did…again. “…Excuse me.”
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!” Cherry screeched, recoiling back. “You farted on my haaaaaaand!” She held her limp hand by the wrist. “It stings, it stiiiings!” She added with a gag.
“Ewwww…” The entire group droned. 
“S-sorry.” Taffy barely vocalized as the disturbed ewes peeled their hands off his belly one-by-one. His body shivered from straining so hard, the tail end of that gas attack nudged his hole with the very tip of something solid. “…I have to go to the bathroom.” He mumbled like a toddler.
“No kidding.” Anise commented, covering her nose.
“Hurry Taffy! Before you have another accident!” Sage urged from behind hands clasped over her mouth.
“I’m not gonna poop myself!” Taffy protested with a petty blaze across his face. He took quick wide steps to get away from their eyes, but a punishing cramp made him stop barely a few feet away. “Hmph!” He stiffened, his thighs pressed together and his hands whipping to hold his rump. He could feel that log starting to bulge his ring out, just a touch away from turtle-heading into his clasped cheeks.
“No, not again!”
“Just count to ten, it’ll feel better!”
“Wait, I’ll go get a bucket!”
“S-stop watching me!” He rasped, a combo of strain and embarrassment tightening his throat. He could feel his anus quiver around that turd, so eager to let it slip out. Oh god, he can’t stay here. He can’t let the girls see him lose control. Keeping his cheeks together, he continued to the path with mini-steps.
“You can make it this time Taffy!”
“Make sure to wipe your butt good!”
“But I just found a bucket!”
Taffy groaned at their persistence. Even if he makes it, he’ll never hear the end of this either. He limped along until the path descended the hill and put him out of their sight. “Ah…”  He groaned and allowed himself to squirm. The sharp waves started to numb his hold over his sphincter muscles, his anus winked over the greasy head of his log. His breaths grew rapid feeling that slippery squelch on his ring. Left with an outhouse too far away and no other options, he decided to take Pumpkin’s advice. “Argh…o-one…two…three…” He counted down the longest 10 seconds of his life, before finally, mercifully, those contractions started to pass. 
“Ooh…” He sighed, the tension slowly leaving his lower stomach. That soothing peace contrasted with the feeling of his waste coiling back through his overstuffed guts. A firm, grimy mass rubbing uncomfortably on his insides, while his tailhole puckered from that exhausting stretch. Taffy rubbed his stomach with another tired sigh, at least he can walk now. He continued down to the outhouse, taking careful nervous steps to avoid any more triggers. 
The rest of his journey consisted of only a few more minutes. It wasn’t exactly pleasant with the occasional mild stitch from his jostled bowels, but the outhouse came into view with no more near misses. Unfortunately, a line of lambs trailed from his end goal. A short line of only four, but four too many. He shook away those nervous thoughts, he can do this. He stepped up behind the last ewe, squeezing his thighs together and trying to keep himself calm. If he just took slow breaths and kept his inner muscles clenched, he can make it.
His line mate took a glanced at him over her shoulder “Oh! Hey Taffy!”
“Hi Cinnamon.” He managed a polite smile despite how much the weight in his stomach made him want to grimace.
“Uh-oh, are you having a potty emergency again?” She asked like a doting mother, all of the lambs in-front of her turning their heads in inquiry.
“No…” He denied like a guilty son, his body giving those tell-tale urgent shakes.
“It’s Ok, you can skip us.” Cinnamon stepped aside, and so did all of the lambs in front of her, motioning Taffy to come forward with welcoming smiles. 
“H-huh? Why?”
“Because we don’t want you to pee yourself again.”
Taffy flushed, that nagging incident again. A flash of petty made him want to contest that assumption. “No! I don’t have to…I-I’m not gonna…it…i-it’s not pee this time…”  That regrettable sentence grew quieter as it went on.
“Oh!” They all echoed in surprise. “That’s even worse! Hurry, go, go!”
“But…” At that moment, the ewe occupying that outhouse stepped out, pausing to take in the fuss, before quickly stepping aside to encourage Taffy as well. He blushed, they don’t have to baby him…but god does he need to take their offer. “Ok, Ok!” He rushed forward. “Thank you, I’ll be quick!” He added before promptly shutting the door behind him. “Ugh…”
Taffy writhed in a slow elaborate dance before the pit toilet, lifting his knee to squeeze against the pressures in his rump, twisting his hips when they grew stronger, before shifting his weight to his other hoof and starting again, all the while his shaking hands combed through the wool covering his rear end. Literally inches from his saving grace and unable to take advantage of it just yet. His full wool coat worked as thick, tangled barrier to exit for his body’s needs, like an elegant pair of white pants that couldn’t be taken off at will.
His hands worked urgently, untangling and catching just enough wool in his grip to part an open section to his crack. “Ohh…” He sighed, a sound of pre-relief as he could finally feel the open air teasing his puckering pink ring. But barely a moment later, a heavy stab rocked his core, making his back arch and his knees bend. A pressure deep in his bowels rushed to his open cheeks, making his hole twitch. Taffy nearly tripped over his hooves spinning himself around. A greasy fart started leaking out of him before he could slam his rump onto the seat.
 pffffffFFFRRRRRBPT! “Oh!” Taffy flinched, that bout of gas left him so aggressively, it felt like his tender rear was vibrating from a firm slap. The explosive bass from his release, amplified by the hollow wooden pit, had a volume that even surprised him. And…seems it surprised more than just him. Breathless laughter erupted from the other side of the door. “Mmmm…” He groaned, wriggling in his seat and a bright red on his face. He felt more airy bubbles demanding their release while a heavy solid weight slithered behind them. But he can’t…go with them listening.
He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Um…g-guys?”
“Yeah?” They were able to hear his meek voice through their giggles. Are the outhouse walls really that thin? “You feeling Ok in there?” The ewe inquired, followed by yet more giggles. 
Not particularly. “Mmf!” He huffed, his face blazing red. His anus puckered around those gas bubbles. “C-can you guys cover your ears? It’s gonna be loud…”
Taffy sank in his seat hearing more snickers from the group. “Ok, Ok, we will!” Judging from that giddy tone, he highly doubted that they’d follow through with that assurance. Oh well, as air threatened to breach his exit once again, he didn’t have much of a choice…BRRRPT! “Ah!” A gasp, a futile clench. RRRRRPT! “Nnng!” PRRBT! Prrrbttt… “Hoh…” As hard as he tried his sphincter muscles couldn’t hold back that putrid symphony. The only thing that managed to stop it was the heavy log that plugged his rump. Taffy stiffened, the greasy slippery surface felt so strange stretching his ring, the feeling alone made his butthole involuntarily wink and squelch. Though beyond his pressing needs, the biting cackles from behind the door sent a cold feeling up his spine, they’re supposed to be covering their ears!
“Ooh…” Taffy held a hand on his stomach and leaned on the wall, his eyes clenching shut as powerful contractions rocked his colon. The tip of his scat snake, shook and trembled from just beyond his hole, desperately reaching out for freedom. Yet something inside Taffy refused to push, even while sitting on the very seat for that purpose. “Hnnnng!” His stomach dipped and bobbed on his strained breaths, but his inner muscles wouldn’t give way. And just to rub salt in that wound, Taffy’s audience burst into giggles at the sound of his struggles.
He pouted staring back at the door, his arms wrapped around his scornful ailing belly. He can’t go with them listening, he just can’t. “Ugh…” He sucked in his belly, riding out the final wave of that cramp, and shuddering on the transition back to a tight, heavy weight being the defining sensation in his body. His nearly escaped waste slithered back up into his guts with an annoyed stomach groan. 
Taffy sighed and let his back relax, mildly exasperated at himself. On the toilet he needed so badly and left paralyzed by a few girls. The thought made his cheeks tinge with embarrassment and frustration. He just needs to push and get this over with! Never mind what some giggly ewes think, his stomach’s killing him! And, w-well, half the farm already heard him fart more than once today…and some of them even…s-smelled it too…and they’ll proba-…h-huh?
His ear perked, the wooden door creaked and moaned as if it were under stress. It was followed by hushed whispers and shushes. Are they…th-they’re pressed up against the door in anticipation for his noises. All they were missing was some popcorn and it’d be the perfect comedy movie to go gossip their reviews around the farm about. Oh god…no. Nope. He can’t do it. His body refuses, he has too much shame. But of course, that means he only had one other option, the great outdoors once again. Oh god…no.
“Taffy?” He flinched at a knock. “Are you Ok? You’re really quiet.”
Taffy’s brows furrowed, they’re not supposed to be listening! “Yeah, I’m done.” He answered promptly and stood up. Ooh, he had to hold on to a wall. The full weight of that fat log clogging his insides felt even more prominent on his feet. The sudden rise also elicited some stabbing pangs out of his irritated guts, how fun. 
Taffy opened the door to a group of lambs huddled right at the front of the small structure with their ears turned to him. They all quickly skittered back with giddy smiles on their faces. Taffy blushed and tried not to babyishly glower back at them. “Ok, y-you can…go in…now.” He said robotically, feeling the need to say…something. He then took stiff, wobbling steps through the group without making eye contact, fearful to take a wide step and lose his load.
The surrounding lambs watched him meander through with a mix of concern and chuckles. “Are sure you’re Ok?” One ewe inquired, her head tilted. 
“Yes, I’m fine!” Taffy promptly replied and picked up his pace, trying his best to ignore their comments. He continued in that constricted walk, clenching his hands into fists when the contractions hit a peak, and only paused when the path rounded a bend and put him out of the girls’ sight. 
He looked around and weighed his options. The berry bushes? No, there’s always a lamb picking around in there, and everyone ate from those bushes, he couldn’t do, that, there. Behind the apple trees? Hmmm, the apples aren’t ripe yet so shouldn’t be too many others around, and the farmer uses fertilizer there anyway, but ugh, it’s all the way across the farm. The thought of the distance he’d have to limp induced a sharp twinge in his waist. “Mmf…” His hooves impatiently marched in a slow, twisted circle while he thought it over. Fine, he’ll just head there anyway, hopefully he’ll see somewhere else suitable along the way because he genuinely can’t hold it.
And so Taffy begun the journey back up the path, with shaking legs, a fitful hunch, shifting hips, and hands that occasionally gripped his rump. He took hopeful glances as he went along, a thick shrub of rhubarb provided some oh-so private giant leaves, the young Spring corn stalks could make for some nice coverage as well if he kept his head down, same with those sunflower beds. But with a heavy stomach he shook his head at those options, they’d each leave some rather nasty cargo close to the path and a lingering smell for another lamb to find. “Ooh…” A tight pressure at the base of his rump made him pause. He bent his knees and gave a gentle push. 
FFFLRRRPT! “Ah…” He sighed, another burst of temporary fleeting relief. The barn is coming into view so he’s almost at the trees. Just a bit longer…oh wait…he could just go behind the barn! Rarely any lambs go back there, he’ll be out of sight with plenty of old hay bales to hide behind. And when he finishes, he’ll be able to bury his sheep droppings in a layer of hay scraps where it’ll never be found or smelled. Why didn’t he think of this before?!
“Hey Taffy!” Dang it!
“Hey guys.” Taffy snapped his spine straight and stood up in a way that only looked a little tense. He tried his best to make his smile look natural as the two giggly girls approached.
“Did you go potty yet?” Sage asked, making Anise laugh.
“Y-yep!” A split-second decision to play into it, and Taffy felt a part himself violently die inside. “Feeling a lot better now.”
“Aww, you don’t need any more tummy rubs?” Anise dragged a teasing hand through his belly wool.
“N-no, I’m good!” Taffy stumbled back, clenching his cheeks at a ticklish urge to fart. Unfortunately for him, Anise continued to merrily jab at his midsection. “Stop!”
“Your little bewwy’s so cute and ticklish, I can’t wait till you’re sheered again!” She latched on in an ambush tickle-hug.
“Ah! Anise, Anise!” Taffy squirmed and danced, wrestling to peel her fingers from his sides. He flinched as barely audible poots ‘popped’ out of him. He shuffled their intertwined mass away from the greasy puffs.
“Other parts of Taffy are cute too.” Sage added with her own blush.
“Yeah, like his fluffy butt!” And the little bit of flattery from the previous statement was destroyed.
“I-I meant his face!”
“Remember when he got sheared last year and his undies showed everything?” Anise giggled at Taffy’s groans and futile jerks in her grasp.
“Oh yeah…” Sage chuckled at the image. “You do have a pretty cute tushy, Taffy.”
Ugh. Even with a full wool coat Taffy felt the need to cover up. “Remember how we could even see his widdle, baby pee-pee!” Whaaaaaaaaat?!
“A-Anise!”
Oh god, oh god, their laughter hurts, he’s actually gonna throw up! “Ahhh, let go, let go, let go!” An appalled voracity surged through his veins and he easily threw the ewe off of him.
“Wo-ho-oah!” Anise stumbled back, her astounded smile contrasted Sage’s shock. “You’re really strong!” She stepped into a low fighting pose and bounced around the ram. “Come on, try n’ hit me!” 
“No!” Taffy could barely feel his face. “I-I h-have to go—I-I mean, I have a lot of s-stuff to do…” He said, already taking shaky steps back. More unlodged slick poots threatened to slip out of him. “B-bye!” He whipped around and stiffly rushed off to the back of the barn.
“Bye Taffy…sorry for laughing.” Sage waved with a small guilty smile. 
“I’m gonna get your fluffy butt later though!” Anise shouted out. Hearing the topic of that sentence prompted Taffy to flop his tail down with a meek whine, just in time to mute a nervous plumes of hot gas. Today’s turning out pretty hostile for his poor rump.
He couldn’t scramble around the barn fast enough, his hips shamelessly swaying once he got some cover. The same old haybales stacks that were there this morning were still there, still providing plenty of cover. After years of hay storage, a thick bed of unbundled scraps formed spanning much of the barn’s width. His hooves sunk up to his ankles as he took shaky steps into it, more than enough to cover up such an evil crime.
He skittered behind a stack and sent his hands to his backside, beginning that troublesome task of detangling his rump wool again. His knees bounced and impatiently bumped into each other, he could feel that mass of dung sliding down his insides again and his butthole twitching in anticipation. Thankfully, his buttfluff was still mostly neat from his previous missed opportunity, and it only took a few drags threw before he dropped into a squat.
Pffffffft…He gasped as a slick silent fart hissed its way around the log pressing against his ring. That greasy feeling instantly gave way to sharp contractions, his rebellious insides angrily trying to shove his waste out. Despite the intense urgency of his situation, the heat rising to his face still managed to distract him. He couldn’t help but feel so exposed. Cool air tickled the insides of his split rump, from the very top of his crack, across the surface of his tender taint, all the way down to the round bump of his immature sack. The thought of someone seeing him like this made his skin crawl, anyone behind him would get a view so intimate Taffy himself didn’t fully know what it looks like.
“Mmmph…” He whined, his anus desperately winking over the log’s head. His spread position made it particularly difficult to hold in his urge, but he just had to make sure. He craned his neck and strained his ears, his knees shaking hard as he positively confirmed that no one was approaching.
 Ok, Ok, he’s safe. Finally, he can relax and just let his hole slide open…ahh- “Aah!” Taffy shot back up to his hooves, hands flying to his rump. S-something pricked his butt! He surveyed the hay before him with knocked knees and bated breath, his butthole flexing anxiously between his glutes. He flinched when a lump in the scraps started laughing. “W-what the heck?!” 
“Got yoooooou!” A familiar ewe leaped from underneath the hay covered in dust and straw, pointing a scolding finger at Taffy.
“Cherry?! Y-you, you poked my butt?!”
“Noooooo,” She cooed, wagging said finger. “Your butthole! And it was so weird, you should’ve seen it! It’s all pink and stretchy, and it was popping in and out really fast!”
Euuuuugh, Taffy’s knees went numb thinking of what she just saw. “S-stop, stop!” His voice wheezed out, sounding more like a beg.
“And I saw your balls again too! So small and cute…I miss last Summer.”
“Aaaaaagggh, don’t talk about them!” He pulled on his ears in stress. He could actually die right now…in fact he hoped he did. “W-why?! What were you even doing here?!”
“I was just trying to nap! It’s soft and quiet here, I thought no one would bother me!” She paused to shake the hay from her wool, pelting Taffy with the scraps. “But then your giant ‘moon’ came in out of know where and farted on me, again! So I stopped you from trying to poop here like a bad boy!”
	“U-uh, um…sorry…” Taffy mumbled, looking down as his hooves padded in place. His stomach growled, trying to balance the heavy feelings of guilt and an overstuffed colon.
“Why do you still have to go?” Cherry asked, looking sideways at his potty dance. “I thought you went to the bathroom?” 
“I…I couldn’t go.”
“Why not?!”
“B-because…I-I couldn’t.” Eugh, the whole outhouse situation made him even more antsy with embarrassment. “Please don’t tell anyone I tried to…g-go here.”
	“Hmmm…” Cherry narrowed her eyes as she groaned in scornful thought. “You farted on me, twice today.”
	“I know…”
	“You’re gonna really have to make it up to me if you wanna keep it a secret.”
	Oh no. “…W-what is it?”
	Cherry’s grump face quickly brightened into a smile. “A kiss! On the lips!” Taffy groaned. “Hey! I know you wanna do it too!”
	“…Only a little.” Taffy’s face grew pink again. “Are you gonna tell everyone I’m your boyfriend again?”
	“Nah, you’re already everyone’s boyfriend. But especially mine.” 
	“Wha…t-th-that’s w-what you all think?”
“Yeah, since everyone knows what your little ‘thing’ looks like now!” Oof. That hit him like a brick. “Come on,” Cherry inched close. “Let’s make it quick so you can go potty.”
	Taffy cringed even more than he already was. “D-don’t say it like that.”
	“Why not? Cute boys don’t poop, they go potty.” She said that last part with extra pip while gently clasping Taffy’s blazing cheeks. “Aww, you’re all blushy.”
	“Gee I wonder why…” He mumbled, rolling his eyes.
	“Ugh, why are boys so tall?” She gripped harder and tried to pull Taffy’s muzzle down to hers, even while straining on the tip of her hooves their lips were still inches apart.
“I thou you thaid I wah liddle. [I thought you said I was little]” Taffy muttered a retort with his cheeks squished.
“Come on Taffy…bend down!” Cherry commanded between grunts.
	“I can’th.”
	“Why not?!” Cherry released his muzzle in a huff.
“Because, I…I-I have to…fart.” He nearly whispered the last word. That bubble prodding at his hole threatened to slip if he compressed his midsection even a little.
“Again?!”
“Yes again, I still have to go!”
“Aaauugh, boys are so gross! Even the cute ones! Go fart over there and come back!” She waved him away with an annoyed flick of her hand.
“Can you cover your ears?” Taffy asked shyly, holding his stomach.
Cherry hesitated on the request with an unchanging glare. “No.”
 “P-please? Why not?”
“…Because it might be really funny.” Cherry replied, trying her hardest not to smile. 
Taffy groaned, bending his knees as another cramp struck his colon. “I hate being a boyfriend…” He grumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” He took ministeps over to the edge of the barn wall, keeping his rump clenched shut, and trying to ignore Cherry’s snorting chuckles at the display. He put a hand on the wall, his legs shaking from the tremendous force bulging his ring out. He swallowed, his bottom lip trembling, he’s really about to do this in front of a girl…again. Ah, ah, he can’t hold it!
FRRRRRPPPPPpputh- “Aaah!” Taffy froze, his body snapping into a clench that thrust his hips forward and had him trembling on his hoof tips. That thunderous fart was rudely interrupted by the wide greasy log suddenly stretching his butt open. “Oooh…” He groaned, its slow-moving girth put a strain on his insides.
Cherry went into hysterics. “Oh my god, that was so loud I jumped!” She screeched between cackles.
Taffy’s heart was beating far too loudly to hear her commentary. His cheeks dimpled and jiggled under his fluff, struggling to hold his waste while not clenching hard enough to break it off into his—currently—white wool.
“Ok…Ok,” Cherry wiped away laughter tears as she caught her breath. “You can come back.” She tilted her head at him, he seemed to be frozen in place. “Taffy?”
“I-I can’t move…” He choked out. He sucked in his stomach, but that assertive dung refused to reel back in.
“Huh?” Cherry walked towards the ailing lamb. “What’s wro-eugh!” She gagged on the lingering scent cloud. 12 feet away and it still packed a sulfurous punch.
 “It feels like there’s a rock trying to come out my butt!” His anus winked repeatedly over the wide, knobby head of his waste. It poked too far out of him for his tailhole to fully close over it. 
“W-what?! Ewwww, I’m never sleeping on your butt again!”
“I don’t think I can make it…” He mumbled, tears brimming in his eyes.
“Uuuhhhh…sure you can!” She took cautious steps to his side and clutched his shaking arm. “Come on, let’s go to the potty.” She gently tugged on his arm, but her ram wouldn’t budge.
“Ch-Cherry!” He gasped, every tug edged that log a bit further through his guts.
“It’s Ok, it’s Ok, just take little steps!” She tugged harder and managed to make Taffy stumble two steps too many out from the side of the barn.
“Stop, stop!” Taffy shrieked, immediately hunching over and throwing a hand to his rump. He could feel his rear end parting further on its own. “It’s gonna slip out!”
“Oops…”
“Hey, what’s happening?”
“What’s all the yelling about?”
“Is everything Ok?” Stepped outside of their cover and making a confused ruckus, a flock of lambs approached to investigate the pair.
“N-no…” Taffy whimpered. Having audience for last year’s accident was already a nightmare, but a potential live view of a mud slide made his blood run cold.
“Nothing…” Cherry said, not so subtly sliding in front a squirming Taffy. 
“Were you two kissing again?!” An aghast Anise asked.
“We were trying to!”
Gasps abound. Thanks Cherry… “How come we never kiss?! You’re our boyfriend too!” Pumpkin cried.
“You’ll get to, right after me! Just…go away for a few minutes!” Taffy groaned behind her.
“Taffy?” 
“What’s wrong?”
“Did Cherry hurt you?!”
“Uhhhhh, he wants to kiss so bad his ‘thing’s’ gonna explode! But we can’t with all of you watching!” Cherry held her arms out in front of their prince.
“Stop being stupid, he’s hurting!” Pumpkin, followed by the other ewes pushed her aside. “Taffy what’s wrong?”
“P-please…” He could barely function, stomping in place with knocked knees, fighting to hold his waste in. Every part of his body was screaming for attention, far louder than his multiple ‘girlfriends.’
“Yeah? Tell us!”
“You want us to get the farmer?”
“Where does it hurt?”
“J-just, leave.” He strained, another cramp roaring in his lower stomach. “Ooh…” He could feel that log on the move again, panicking as it slowly spread him wider.
“Huh?”
“Y-you don’t like us anymore?”
“M-maybe he means tree leaves!”
“No, no!” Taffy’s stomach dropped, he felt that unique shaky sensation in his rump of his body officially losing control. He arched his back and tightened his stomach as much as he could, but his numb inner muscles could try no more.
“‘N-no?’ Stay?”
“I think Taffy’s dying!” 
“You don’t mean tree leaves?”
“Oh my god, oh my god!” The onslaught of awkward sensations left Taffy frozen. The massive hard log stretching his hole and dragging along his insides, already sticking an inch out of him, while simultaneously feeling that heavy cramp creep lower to his exit with the bulk of his waste. So uncomfortable, so strange, yet such a tease of relief he could feel his anus tingle with the urge to push. And he was helpless to let it all happen in front of so many girls.
“What’s happening?!”
“I told you his ‘thing’ would explode!”
“Ewww, do you smell that?!”
“Aaah!” That heavy mass was picking up speed, he had only seconds left. “Don’t look, don’t look!” He spun around, making the painful split decision to face his shocked onlookers to avoid giving them a more graphic show. His hands flew to his butt, only to come to the horrifying realization that wool once again entangled over his crack just when his limit’s breaking. “No, no, no, no…” He worked his fingers as fast as he could, frantic tears spilling over his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop the flow, there were already warm smears along the insides of his rump. 
 “N-no…” His knees lowered into a squat on their own. It made it all too easy for the hard head of his log to push into the embrace of his wool. Taffy’s knees shook, in the few seconds it took to pick his butt fluff free, he could already feel the pressurized gush of firm waste curling into the space of his crack. 
“Ah…” A meek gasp as he finally untangled his wool, and completely let his muscles relax. The already released clump of dung sloppily plopped onto the grass with a thud. It was followed by an unstoppable rope of putrid sheep scat, propelled along by popping farts. “Ooh…” Taffy lowered his head with a huff, his knees were shaking for a different reason now, as that meaty, fat, crap, nearly felt like it was going to split him in half. It just kept coiling and coiling under his looming parted cheeks, reaching at least a foot in length, and he couldn’t even slow it down to let his stretched ring adjust. Yet at the same time it felt like absolute heaven. The sore weight and all those stabbing stomach pains from moments ago had soothed away, replaced with a tingling emptiness. And it felt oh-so satisfying to finally give his sphincter a good push after a day spent holding back at its limits. Even that stretch going through his hole, as overwhelming as it was, it had oddly pleasurable undertones with that warm waste squeezing through him, almost like an internal massage to heal those endless cramps.
FFFFRRUPT! “Oh!” He bounced in his squat, making his split rump jiggle. That log ended on such a loud blustery fart, piling relief on top of needed relief. Ooh, he shivered. Not even empty yet, and his body already felt so much better. His butthole twitched in anticipation for the next round, which was already sliding down without him needing to push. “Mmm…” He softly grunted, feeling his guts widen for a second time, but it was a much softer, smoother log that was much more pleasant to his insides. His tail flickered at the gentle pressure coursing through him, such a satisfying squeeze through his walls. It hesitated at his anus, taking an extra moment to expand his hole before that greasy slip through and steamy coil on top of his first load. “Mmf…” He sighed, the thin tail end felt so sweet sliding out his puckering ring. 
Phew…he took a moment to breath and just bask in that glowing relief. There was just a bit more in him but he already felt 1000 times lighter. He shuffled his footing, his backside swaying a bit as he squatted deeper and prepared for a final push. Ah, he shivered as a third log slowly shifted its way down his intestines. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed that gentle stretch one more time Mmmfh, this completely made up for everything he was put through today. He couldn’t even remember half of what had him so stressed minutes ago… “Oh my god! Eeeeewwww!” Oh yeah.
“Look another one’s coming out!”
“I’m gonna throw up!”
“Do boys always poop this much?!”
Taffy’s eyes shot open and he found himself surrounded by dozens of girls staring at him from all sides…right as a turd was hanging halfway out of him. He was paralyzed returning their gaze, seeing the repulsion and scorn in each one of their eyes. His face blazed red, he was helpless but to bite his lip as that log slugged its way to the ground. 
“His butthole’s popping out!” A grossly fascinated lamb pointed at his open backside.
“No don’t look!” Taffy swung his rump to the other side, his voice going shrill. But of course, turning to another side only gave that unflattering view more eyes.
“It’s going really fast!” 
“Gross!”
“N-no, p-please…augh…” He groaned as the very last content of his bowels slipped through him, wet short log chunks propelled by slippery mucous. It punctuated its ending with a light bubbly fart that sounded like the world’s greasiest zipper.
“He farted!” Some of the girls who weren’t retching managed to laugh at that ‘explosive’ conclusion. It didn’t help Taffy feel much better though.
“Hoh…” He huffed, his entire body shaking in terror and rough relief. His anus kept flexing, recovering from the taxing stretch of his loads only to be stressed by the multiple onlookers gawking down at it. 
“His butthole’s soooooo dirty!”
“And it’s all in his wool too!”
Its in where? “W-what, what?!” Taffy’s heart raced. “I-I don’t see it!” He craned his neck trying to see the fouled wool they referred to.
“Yeah, your whole buttcrack looks like it’s covered in mud.”
“Oh my god…” Taffy whined, tearing up again. Unable to see the supposed mess in while in a squat, he thought he might get a better view while standing. He whipped up straight and immediately froze, the sound of a squelch was deafening. “Ohhhhh…” A strained, guttural moan of disgust emanated from the back of his throat. The granulates and chunks of waste that clung to his wool squished between his crack as cheeks pressed back together, spreading the uncomfortable mess further thought out his fluff and flesh. He felt so, so, gross, so exposed, so helpless. He both relieved and soiled himself in front of so many girls, forever burned in their memory right next to his other incident. Only this one was so much more intimate and dirty, how unbefitting of a ‘big strong boy’…the girls will never look at him the same again. Flustered huffs rose in his chest at the thought until sobs choked his throat. 
The surrounding ewes went silent as they noticed their prince’s grief. “Hey, it’s Ok. We can help clean you up!” One brave girl volunteered.
“Yeah, Taffy-” Cherry inched closer to him, only to pause to choke on the smell. “W-we can give you another bath.” She said softly, reaching up to wipe his tears.
“N-no…” He flinched at the idea, but he certainly wanted to clean off this gucky feeling as soon as possible. “I-I w-want to g-go to the bathroom.” He sniffled. 
“But you just did…” Anise mumbled. 
“Ssssshhhh!” Sage shushed her and walked up to Taffy to clutch his arm. The ever-eager Cherry did the same on his other side. “Ok, we’ll take you there.”
“W-what? N-no…” Taffy shook his head as the pair gently tugged him to walk. “I…I-I’m dirty…”
“It’s Ok, we just want you to feel better.”
“Yeah, you’re still our boyfriend.” Cherry added with a sweet smile. That comment made Taffy sigh with exasperation. Though the fact he could even feel exasperation throughout everything else, and for such a nice cause too, made him break a smile. “And if it makes you feel any better, you have a really cute pooping face.” She giggled.
Oh, there’s that disturbed tingle up his spine. “W-what?”
“Your nose gets all scrunched, and your cheeks go all puffy and pink like a little baby.” She added, pinching one of said cheeks.
“Ow…” Taffy was already so numb with embarrassment that he didn’t know how to feel about that tidbit.
“And now your butt’s all dirty like a baby too!” Taffy groaned, the comparison got worse. “Don’t worry it’s cute…kinda.”
The walk to the outhouse was very, very, awkward. The cool air drying his rump was another reminder of the nauseating mess he had made, out in the open for anyone to notice. He walked with a slightly wide gait to keep from rubbing the muddy layers deeper into his wool. He also swore he could he heard judgmental whispers, but he was too afraid to look back and confirm it as true. Every moment was painful, even the ones in pure silence. He couldn’t have been happier to finally arrive at the outhouse. Cherry and Sage released his arm, and he stiffly continued forward, more than ready to hide behind that door.
“You need help wiping?” A concerned ewe asked.
“N-no thanks.” Taffy stepped into the outhouse, and firmly closed the door behind him. He shivered, so happy to finally be safe. He rolled a length of toilet paper around and around his hand until it was protected by a thick mummy-esq shield of tissue. He gulped, mentally preparing himself for how gross it was gonna feel and started a swipe from the bottom of his rump, right in the squishy intersection with his thighs. Eugh, so many layers of sloppy wool had fallen back into his messy crack, it felt like digging into a soaking warm mop, only gooier, and with his bothered pulsating hole to remind him of the crevice his hand was embedded in. Suffice to say his toilet paper quickly grew soiled, and his wipe became more of a scoop, with heavy globs of feces piled onto the thin tissue like the world’s most repulsive snowball. He squeamishly shook off the tp-glove into the hole of the outhouse, where it disappeared with a wet thud. Time for round two.
With much of the heavy chunks cleared away, his second swipe through had less resistance, although the dirty matted strings of wool stuck in his crack was still unnerving. Equally unnerving was how the soft plushy flesh his glutes engulfed his hand as he slid through. It gave the grimy feces smears an extra gross warmth and squishiness, nevermind how the edges of his rump made contact with his wrist. Each unwelcomed textured touch made Taffy flinch, in conjunction with an anxious wink of his butthole, which he also felt through the paper, again, eugh. If he was this disgusted by his own body, he couldn’t imagine how grossed out the girls felt behind their polite support…mmfh, now that thought is what pushed him to nausea.
Taffy did a few more rounds of toilet paper wads, with more aggressive strokes through his crack making his cheeks jiggle and his knees flinch. But he grit his teeth against the weird sensations, confident he was so close to being clean and more than ready to put this day behind him. And when the tissue on his final swipe came back just as white as when he tore it off, he nearly jumped for joy. Finally…finally, he can leave…and wash his hands too. 
Taffy proudly opened the door with a new pep that almost instantly died when he saw all the girls outside eagerly awaiting his return. They all waited for him to…t-to wipe his butt…how can someone disappear forever? “You all done?” Cherry asked with an interest in her voice that made him shiver.
“Y-yeah.”
“Yaaaay!” The group cheered, and a hot flustered blush rose on his face.
Cherry was the first to snatch him up in a hug. “I’m still gonna wait a while before touching you butt again.”
“Um, O-Ok.” Oh, what horrors. She released him, and Taffy proceeded through the group on robotic shaky steps, feeling everyone’s eyes on him for the worst possible reason. And he quickly realized those eyes didn’t like what they saw.
“Augh!” A general groan of disgust echoed through the group.
“Ewwwww, it’s still dirty!”
“Um…you sure you finished Taffy?”
“Now I’m really not touching your butt.”
“W-what?” Taffy sputtered, cricking his neck trying to view his backside. “D-did I m-miss?”
“Kinda…” Sage answered as gently as she could.
“You more than missed!” Anise added in, not so gently.
Taffy swallowed back the lump in his throat. “…I-is it b-bad?”
“Yeah…sorry.”
Going against his better judgement, Taffy brought his shaking hands to his rump fluff, and promptly noticed what he ‘missed.’ Much of his rump fluff was no longer ‘fluff,’ but dry, crunchy, stiff wild strands with dusty granules of scat still attached. His wiping job may have worked to spread this accident across his rump. He stood frozen, processing the textures under his fingers, as sobs racked from him again, before a crowd of girls.
“Come on baby boy…” Cherry grasped his arm. “Let’s give you a bath.” Taffy’s only resistance was a meek whimper as she tugged him along.
“I bet you just wanna touch his butt again…” Anise accused.
“Shut up!”
On the long, shameful walk back to the barn, a multitude of things was going through his head. One of which was the horrifying thought that all the girls following behind him would have a clear view of his soiled rump the whole way. All the things going through their heads…all the things they’ll say to each other afterwards…oh god. Combined with last year’s incident all of the girls are now very familiar with how each part of his body worked, and unfortunately, how each went wrong too. Though, there was one thought so horrific that the thought made it hard to breath: he might have to go fully shaven again. Mmmm, last Summer was torture. His underwear left very little to the imagination, and the girls, who had grown rather talented at whipping them off, left absolutely none. It prompted a few more worried sniffles out of him.
“Hey, don’t cry, it’s Ok.” Said Pumpkin, as she snuggled up to his unoccupied arm.
“Yeah Taffy, we’ll be gentle.” Cherry added, prompting a few chuckles from the group. Ugh, that just deepened the pit of his now empty stomach.
The group arrived at the barn in a nightmarish moment of déjà vu for Taffy. Pulling out the tin tub, filling it with water and soap, and prodding the shy lamb to get in among a backdrop of giggles and teases. At least this time they didn’t have to get the farmer involved, they remembered where the tub was from Taffy’s prior incident…ugh. 
And once again, Taffy swallowed what very little he had left of his pride and begrudgingly stepped in. He sighed as he slowly sank into the suds, it did give him some peace of mind to know that his soiled rear end was safely hidden beneath the surface. And the warm water did feel pretty good… “Hey! Don’t don’t get too relaxed!” Cherry poked his cheek, bringing him back to his unfortunate reality. “We still gotta clean you. Show us that big butt!”
“N-no…” He pouted as the girls around him grew excited. But he knew the horrid deed had to be done. He gulped and on shaking limbs, slowly turned himself around in the tub. 
The girls watched the waterline lapping his waist intently, waiting with bated breath for that thick boy butt to arise. They gasped at the sight his tail, roaring in anticipation for what was underneath…but then they were reminded why he needed a bath in the first place. “Oh…” The reactions were mixed, ranging from disgusted to laughter, to morbid curiosity. 
Taffy posed on his knees and held himself up on the side of tub, prominently presenting his rump to the crowd. He could feel water dripping the insides of his crack, his matted wool left his fleshy cheeks more exposed than before, just the icing on the cake. He hung his head low, swallowing and gritting his teeth to keep from sobbing. He could feel their reactions, never mind just hearing their painful judgements, and he could feel their eyes scouring the most private parts of his body while they were soiled in the worst possible way. This…this is so much worse than last year.
“Ooh, I can see his balls!”
“They’re smaller than I remember…”
	Much, much worse. “Who wants to go first?” Cherry held offered the sponge to the other girls, everyone suddenly grew hesitant. “Nobody?” Silence. “…Aw man.” Ahh, hearing that was another gut punch to Taffy. “Um…Taffy?”
	He swallowed. “Y-yeah?”
	“Can you…open your butt some more? I can’t really, uh, get between.” She chuckled awkwardly, the embarrassment was contagious.
	Taffy whimpered at the request, it made his skin crawl. But if he wanted to be clean…this is what he had to do. He leaned off the side of the tub, and with numb, trembling hands he slowly sank his fingers into the side of his fatty rump cheeks and spread them apart, showing his dirty hole to his small world of astounded girls. His anus puckered in and out, it too panicking at this intimate exposure.
“T-thanks.” Cherry, the brave first tribute, held the sponge as far out as possible and slowly pressed it underneath his tail. “Eww…” 
Taffy gasped feeling the sponge touch the ticklish top of his crack, and then feeling warm water soak through his wool and cascade down his crevice. It trickled around his twitching anus, continuing downward to his sensitive perinium, before finally dripping off his balls, all for the girls to see. 
“Aw, his butthole’s going really fast now!”
“And his balls are shaking!”
“Is this what happens when you touch a boy’s butt?”
Cherry started slow scrubs down his soiled cheeks, gently pressing into each soft mound to get at his dirty wool. The strange public intimacy of that was enough to make Taffy squirm on its own, but then that surprise swipe through his open crack really made him flinch. “Taffy, you’re shaking so much, are you really that ticklish?” Cherry brushed his puckering ring back and forth, enjoying Taffy’s shivers and groans at the sensation. “I wonder if I could get you to pee…” She snickered, adding a sensitive tap to his balls.
“Ah! S-stop!” Taffy yelled, quite fearful that she could indeed induce another accident before them all. Euuuegh, last year’s incident was bad enough. 
The girls giggled seeing his private parts caressed. “Aww, you’re ticklish everywhere.”  Thankfully Cherry went back his wool, but she didn’t seem to be making much progress. “Ugh,” she grunted, putting more forced into her scrubs and making Taffy gasp. “It’s not coming out…anyone else want to try?”
‘Not coming out?’ That sent a shock of terror into Taffy. “I’ll try!” But not quite as much as hearing Anise’s eager voice volunteer next. “Told you I was gonna get your butt!” She added with a mischievous titter.
“Ah!” His fear was quickly proven right. Anise started out with a hard swift swipe through his crack that left his small bits jiggling between his thighs. She took more rapid swipes went up and down between his cheeks, making Taffy flinch hard enough to splash water each time.
“Hey, you’re getting me wet!” Anise smacked the sponge against his right cheek as a ‘punishment,’ making the girls cackle at how his glutes reverberated. Of course, the soft sponge barely hurt, but Taffy’s reduction to a naughty child in front of so many made him tear up. The following hard scrubs at his buttcheeks however, made him forget about that fairly quickly.
“Ow, ow!” Taffy released his cheeks and jutted forward onto the side of the tub, a meager attempt to get away from her merciless swipes into his soft flesh.
 “Stay still! I gotta scrub hard for it to come out!” She commanded through grunts of effort. Anise grabbed his short tail in an attempt to keep the jumpy ram still.
“Owww, stop!” Taffy cried. His entire backside was losing feeling as she bared down.
“Ugh!” Anise gave up in a huff, letting the sponge plop into the tub. “It’s impossible, it won’t come out!”
“N-no…” Taffy whined a protest at that assertion. It has to be possible…s-some how…please.
“I can try.” Pumpkin said, stepping up to the tub.
It gave Taffy some mild relief to see the sweeter Pumpkin volunteer next. But as with many instances today, that relief was short lived. “Aah, aah, s-stop!” Pumpkin disregarded his rear entirely and instead used the sponge to attack his exposed scrotum, even reaching far between his thighs to ‘wash’ his short length. The explosion of sensitive touches made him squirm in the small space of the tub, squeezing his thighs together in a vain attempt to stop Pumpkin’s intrusive hand. 
“Aaaaa, I’m getting so wet!” She laugh-screeched at all the heavy splashes. “Ok, Ok, I’m sorry I’ll stop!” She let off from his soft boy-bits, finally giving them some mercy.
“Hah…ah…” Taffy’s loins felt like they were on fire. He found just a minute amount of energy to loosen his thighs and free Pumpkin’s hand. 
“Woah, your butt’s so soft…” She said with a kitten smile, pressing on each of his cheeks and feeling how his juicy flesh gave way. Taffy just hung over the side of the tub and panted as feeling came back to his little parts, occasionally wincing at the ticklish scrubs Pumpkin squished into his backside. 
After a while of strokes, it seems that Pumpkin too was defeated. “Um…I don’t think I can get it either…” She announced, dropping the sponge into the tub. Taffy whined at the bad news. “Sorry…”
Taffy suffered through a few more agonizing rounds of girls trying to make his butt clean again, some gentle, some not, though eventually it seemed like they were just doing it for their own fun. When the last volunteer Sage finished her attempt, he was ready for bad news. “Did it come out?” He asked wearily.
“No…I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, your butt still looks like a mop.” Anise so graciously described.
“D-does it at least look better?” The question pained him to ask, an invitation to give his exposed backside a scrutinizing look. 
“A little bit…” Sage said with a sympathetic smile. The murmurs behind her, however, told Taffy otherwise.
His throat felt so tight he could barely speak to ask the next question. “D-do you t-think, I-I have to get s-sheared?”
The group ‘ooh’ed at the sound of that. “…Maybe.” She tried to answer as quietly as possible, but the girls still roared at the sound of that. Taffy meanwhile sank dejected into the tub, hoping the water would magically become deep enough to disappear in. 
Still dripping, Taffy was shamefully guided to the farmhouse doorstep much like the misfortunate child who had an accident in class. It seemed like his body lost all of its will at that point, unable to protest nor walk on his own. He couldn’t even bring himself to knock on the door when they had arrived, only whining when the girls did it for him. The sound of the farmer’s footsteps approaching from behind the door were like the ticks of a bomb… “Uh-oh, y’all finally decided to get married huh?” Taffy just faced the ground as he laughed. 
“No…not yet.” Pumpkin said with an innocent giggle.
“Taffy has to get sheared again!” Cherry announced before prompting the ram in question to turn around. Taffy swallowed and kept his eyes on his hooves as he took slow steps in a circle. That flaming shame burned on his face again, his accident had yet another new viewer.
“Oh boy…” The farmer squinted as his ram, peering at every inch of Taffy’s soiled parts. “Taffyyyyy…” The farmer sighed in a lighthearted scold that made the girls giggle. “Good lord, I guess that little bomb you blew earlier was just a warning shot. And…it looks like you already tried to clean it off huh?”
“Yeah, we gave him a bath!”
“Mhmm!”
“We scrubbed his butt really good!” The girls spoke up.
 The farmer laughed, too bad Taffy wanted to do the opposite. “See that boy? That’s how you know it’s real love. Hard to find girls who’ll wash your ass for ya’!” Ugh, Taffy shuddered. If that’s what love is, then he hoped to never feel it again. “Well…I think you know what comes next.” He nodded, still staring at the ground, just ready to get it over with. The girls cheered at the ‘good’ news. “Come on in, I’ll go get the stool.”
“Can we come in too?!” Cherry asked, with a wall of ravenous ewes ready to fly in.
Taffy wanted to beg his farmer to say ‘no,’ but bothered whines were all that could find their way out of his throat. Thankfully, he was given some mercy today. “Haven’t you girls had enough fun? Just give your boyfriend 10 minutes, then you can play as much as you want.” Emphasis on only some mercy.
Once again, Taffy found himself led inside and sat down on a stool just a bit too early in the season, only this time there was newspaper on the stool to protect from today’s even more messy incident. And once again, he went through that ticklish process of an electric shaver brushing past his most sensitive parts, having to pose in the most intimate positions, feeling the room get colder and colder until he was reintroduced to his bare-naked flesh. He sat shivering on the stool, one hand cupped over his bits, and his other hand trying in vain to cover the crack of his now clean rear end. “C-can I have m-my underwear now?” Taffy asked quietly. Hearing himself meekly ask for that shred of thin covering brought back terrifying memories of trying to bargain the girls for it after the multiple times they snatched it off of him. Seems like he better get used to that again. 
“Well,” The farmer sighed, placing a hand on Taffy’s head, the only part of him with any fluff left. “Got some bad news about that…”
“W-what?” Taffy’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“You done outgrown those, that butt of yours ain’t gotten any smaller from last year.”
“No…” Taffy’s heart sank. “D-do you have another one?”
The farmer shook his head. “Sorry boy, those were the last I had from when my son was your age.”
“Oh my god…” No, no, this can’t be possible. He’s the only boy…everyone’s gonna be staring at him, grabbing at him…every day. It’ll be like the worst days of last Summer, left floundering in the nude by those naughty ewes, but all the time. Augh, Taffy buried his head in his hands, it felt like his world was ending.
“Hey, hey, it’s Ok.” The farmer rubbed the shoulder of his sniveling ram. “Those girls done seen you at your worst today and they still love you to bits, you got nothing to be ashamed of.” Well, it’s true that at this point he literally cannot embarrass himself any further…knock on wood. “And you know what the girls love the most? Confidence. You’re a big, good lookin’ boy, strut straight on out there, them muscled legs swinging, that thick butt bumping, and that’ll be the best gift you can give them for all their work today.” 
Auuughh, a combo of guilt and chagrin fell into his head, remembering the absolutely gross cleaning job they all volunteered for, this year and last. Maybe…maybe he does owe them…he just wished it didn’t have to last all Summer, but…O-Ok. It’s not even the first time they’ve seen him bare. He…he can do this. “…Ok.” He said, wiping away his tears.
“That’s my boy…” The farmer said with a head rub. “Soon, you’re gonna give me so many grandkids I won’t know what to do.”
“H-huh?”
The farmer chuckled. “Don’t worry, you still got time for that. But why don’t you go out and give them a little tease before then.” Oh boy… 
Taffy got up from the stool and awkwardly made his way back to the door. His bare body was still lightly sensitive, it felt so odd to have the air moving past him again, the breeze tickling his exposed nipples, nipping at his little privates. He also tried to practice that ‘strut.’ Maybe a little hip motion? Some arm swing? It all felt so weird, so unnatural. The farmer said the girls already like…l-love him, surely they won’t mind his usual walk, right?
He hesitated just before the door, giving his nude body one last look. Powdery, smooth, yet still boyish with some muscle growth here and there…at least what he liked to think was muscle. But looking down, the cold air of the house made his immature bits look even smaller…mmfh. He fiddled with his length, tugging on his foreskin and rubbing the little sausage roll in his hands to warm it up, but it always went back to its unflatteringly miniscule, shriveled state. He sighed. Hopefully the spring heat will give it some life and he’ll look bigger…hopefully. 
Taffy placed a hand on the doorknob and twisted it. Well…here goes nothing…
“Aaaaaaahhhhhh!”
“Oh my god, oh my god!”
“He’s naked, woooooooooooo!”
“Y-yeah…” Taffy stuttered at the doorstep. His trembling legs threatened to go comatose, and his throat tightened in shame, but no. He can do this, he can be…confident. He took a deep breath, kept his head high, and puffed his chest out. The girls screamed at such a manly disposition, and the contrasting pink on his cheeks just added to that perfect soft boy look. Their attention didn’t at all make him want to throw up.
“Taffy, Taffy, boyfrieeeeend! Gimme a huuuuuug!” Cherry shouted, throwing herself on to him.
“Me too, me too!” Said Pumpkin, and many, many others as they quickly overwhelmed their prince.
“Uh, uh, hoh! I-I think that’s m-mo-ah! M-more than a hug, oh!” He flinched and gasped at the hands suddenly grabbing very sensitive places, helpless to ward them off while trapped in a multi lamb ‘hug.’ Ooh, w-woah, s-some of them f-felt pretty good. And he still didn’t throw up yet. This…this isn’t that bad. “Ah, h-hey! B-be gentle down there!”
Cherry, her chin on his shoulder and her hand happily filled with his buttcheek, suddenly gasped. “Is someone touching your ‘thing?!’”
“Yeah.” Anise answered in a dreamy bliss. “It’s so small and squishy, like a cute little baby…”
“A…baby?!” Taffy’s voice went high pitched as she squeezed down in tandem with that awful comparison.
“W-woah! It’s getting all stiff!”
Make it stop, make it stop. “Really?!”
“I wanna feel it!”
“Wow! I heard boys only do that when they really like you!”
“Aww, Taffy loves us.”
“We love you too!”
“And we love your cute little pee-pee!” Welp, he’s definitely throwing up now. It’s going to be a long, long, Summer.