Fetinyan moans as he carefully stands up on the concrete floor. "Nya, where am I?", he asked to himself. Memories come flooding back to him. "Am I... dead?" He notices his tails and that he is now standing on two legs. "What the nya?", he yipped aloud, making his voice echo in the seemingly empty place. He looks around at his surroundings. He seemed to be a alleyway, in a city he never seen before. He suddenly hears a rustling sound followed by a horrible odor. "Wh-who's there?", he says, holding his nose. A skunk wearing a red scarf and blue pants with a red buckled belt steps out of the shadows, a green cloud coming from his tail. "Hello there, little kitty." He says. "Who are you?", Fetinyan asks. "You can call me Nanskunk and this is my turf." He says, coming a little closer. His smell is almost overwhelming, but for some reason, it wasn't bothering Fetinyan that bad. As a matter of fact, it was actually starting to give him a stiffy. He ignored his arousal for now. Nanskunk seemed to act like it was going to attack. "S-stay away from me." Fetinyan says. Suddenly, a purple aura surrounds Nanskunk. His stomach suddenly lets out a very audible growl, causing him to double over in pain. "Did I do that?", Fetinyan thinks to himself, walking closer to the pained yokai. "What's wrong?", asked Fetinyan. "What do you mean?", asks Nanskunk. The Nanskunk looked exactly like he did back when he held for his master. What was going on? Nanskunk also started to get an erection, which surprised him even more Fetinyan. "C-could you rub my belly?" Nanskunk asks, then adds: "I'll answer any questions you have if you do." Fetinyan didn't know Nanskunk's intentions but he wanted to understand what was going on. Nanskunk kneels down so Fetinyan could reach his stomach. Fetinyan walks over and starts slowly rubbing his belly. He could hear the growling getting worse. "Where are we?", asks Fetinyan. "This is yo kai city." Nanskunk says with a rather pained expression. "Yo kai?", asks Fetinyan. He remembers his master mentioning something about them but why and how did he become one? The Nanskunk seems to be trying to keep his tail down, which worried Fetinyan. The feline felt like what was brewing inside the skunk was flatulence. The belly was gurgling louder and growing rounder and taut. If that smell coming from his tail was bad, Fetinyan feared what this yokai's farts smelled like. "What did I do to you?", Fetinyan asks. Both still have their erections, but are ignoring them for now. Having an animal past, Fetinyan feels no shame over being aroused in public. Specially because just being around with one other person is not really "public"... "Well, I you must know, you inspirited me to have to... 'you know' and now, I want to hold it in for as long as possible.", says Nanskunk. "You know?" What does that mean? Farting? Perhaps Fetinyan had a power. He know yo-kai could insprint people to give them specific mental or bodily states. So... Fetinyan's power is to make people poop? No, there had to be more to it then that. Maybe Fetinyan's power has something to be with the fact Nanskunk seemed to like this more then he should. The belly rubbing continued, easing Nanskunk's pain, but, as time passed by, the pain required more and more rubbing to be eased. Nanskunk was sweaty, looking uncomfortable, but unwilling to excuse himself to do the right thing. "How long have you been holding?", Fetinyan asks. Nanskunk lets out a long, brassy fart. "Well, I don't know.", he answered. Fetinyan holds his nose as if the gas actually bothered him. He was keeping an appearance of being clean about this, but his erection was making it difficult to hide. He was liking the smell... Fetinyan was enjoying every second of this. He took advantage of the rubbing motions to increase the pressure by giving that belly a firm push every once in a while. That made Nanskunk's erection throb and drip, while he had to keep his tail tucked between his legs and squeezed, so it did not flag up, which could reuce the resistence to the poop nanskunk was holding so dearly. "Basically, my power is to make people oblivious to stuff so I am oblivious to my skunk Stench and the fact I have to go most of the time so I could have had to poop for days? weeks?", explains Nanskunk. Fetinyan starts to feel sorry for Nanskunk. "So now, I guess I like holding and your rubbing isn't doing anything to help.", the skunk continued. It was however helping his cock, which was getting more and more prominent. "Do-do you want me to try to make you go then?", asks Fetinyan, now feeling worried. Nanskunk seems to think about this for a second before nodding. The thought of making him poop himself seemed to make both boners prominently bigger. "So I control fetishes, eh? Interesting.", thinks Fetinyan. He attempts to check how bad Nanskunk has to poop but he is interrupted by another fart. Nanskunk seems to try to fan the gas away, while Fetinyan sneaks a whiff... Fetinyan's own penis was throbbing and leaking pre like a poorly-closed faucet. He continued to ignore his lower urges, eager to experiment with his power. He opens the back of Nanskunk's pants and moves his tail out of the way. Fetinyan notices that Nanskunk is crowning. He smiles, rubbing Nanskunk's butt. That made the skunk crown more. The struggle to keep that hole shut was getting to an end. The belly was taut and getting a bit reddish. Fetinyan, every once in a while, would rub Nanskunk's belly, feeling it tremble and rumble like an engine on standby. His stomach growls loudly again. Nanskunk seemed to want to go so bad but his body was holding it in because of the insprint. Fetinyan could see the pain in Nanskunk's eyes, almost akin to his own feeling back then... when Fetinyan's master indulged in making the feline hold in his own poop for the master's own perverted pleasure. He continues to rub Nanskunk's butt, but his tail seemed to keep getting in the way, by reflex, whenever the bowels moved too harshly. The crowning was getting big, then small, then big again as the log was struggling to come out. Nanskunk's erection was painful and throbbing pleasantly, tingling and complaining. Fetinyan pulls his paw out and tries to remember how his master used to make him go. He didn't have any laxatives nor enemas so he couldn't do that. "Lay down." Fetinyan says. Nanskunk obeys, laying down with his tail laying on top of his belly. The belly was trembling still and seemed to be bigger than a while ago and redder, but not as red as the erection between Nanskunk's legs. "I meant lay on your belly." Nanskunk is kind of reluctant to do this. In doing so, Nanskunk's tail-hole is in full display. The pressure of Nanskunk laying on his belly causes him to let out a lot more gas but because his tail is still in the way, his poop only starts to turtlehead again. Fetinyan moves his tail and tries a trick his trainer did one. He softly starts to spread Nanskunk's legs into a wide stance, hoping to release some pressure. It only works on making some more of his pent-up gas come out. Fetinyan's boner was about at its climax and the cat was panting lightly... He tried to pull himself together. Fetinyan wanted to rub it but he still had to figure out how to get Nanskunk to poop. He had an idea. He has Nanskunk roll onto his back again as it looked like he was about at a climax himself. He hoped that maybe a masturbation would make his body relax enough to make him poop. He starts to rub Nanskunk's cock, causing Nanskunk to moan a bit with pleasure. A few minutes later, the Nanskunk starts to cum onto the concrete. Surprisingly, this still doesn't work. Nanskunk's erection deflates... The skunk, no longer sexually aroused, now only feels pain and no pleasure from his predicament. It dawned on him that he might be stuck with full bowels forever. The thought of being in permanent pain was making his bowels move harder, but, the harder they moved, the harder he held it, by reflex, due to the insprint. He was becoming teary-eyed. "Either you are constipated or you're extremely good at holding." Nanskunk frowns. "Don't make jokes. This is extremely painful.", said the now angry skunk with a growing belly. "Than just let it out.", Fetinyan teased. "Your inspiriting is stopping me from doing so.", Nanskunk replied. "Well, I have one more trick up my sleeve but you're probably not going to like it." Nanskunk groans. "Just do whatever. It hurts." He whines. Fetinyan smiles, taking his paw and reaching into Nanskunk's anus. Instead of rubbing, he takes his fingers and sticks it up the sides of Nanskunk's anus. He starts to stretch the anus open. The poop starts to push itself out of Nanskunk's anus and because Fetinyan is holding his anus wide, he couldn't do anything to stop it. Fetinyan pulls his paw out quickly as he can as Nanskunk starts filling his pants with poop. Watching him poop finally causes Fetinyan to cum, without touching his erection. He feels the contractions come and he has to step back, feeling his legs shake. The feline almost loses balance. As Fetinyan watches the poop, he notices the poop is too much for the poor Nanskunk's pants. Fetinyan smiles. "His pants is gonna tear anyway. Why not hurry the process?", Fetinyan thinks to himself. He walks over and pokes a hole in those pants. "Hey. What are you...?" A loud fart cuts him off as his pants starts to tear off the hole and poop starts to come out onto the floor like chocolate ice cream. The smell of the Nanskunk's gas must have been unbearable for him because by time he finishes, he is unconscious. Fetinyan, feeling a bit bad for the Nanskunk, drags him away from the mess and finds where he assumes Nanskunk lives. Somehow, Nanskunk's pants looked as if nothing had happened. "Must be a yokai perk." He decides to stay with the Nanskunk for the time being but he still wasn't done yet. He still had only a faint idea of how his powers worked but until he fully grasped it, he was gonna have fun learning.