Last night had been absolute hell for Jeff. The fox, reduced to a pile of translucent, orange putty earlier that day, had been left on the bedroom floor of Jac and Jay, two chubby bear cubs that went to the same daycare that he did. Upon discovering him during playtime, they’d taken him him and played with him in their own unique way. Both boys were unbelievably flatulent, not a single minute going by where at least one of them hadn’t farted three times. They both took great pleasure in making the putty bubble and splatter with their potent farts, but unfortunately Jay had cut their playtime short. He’d filled the putty diaper with chunky bear-scat, smearing the fox’s face and leaving him to fester in it overnight. The pungent smell of cub-shit had haunted Jeff for hours, the fox discarded away like any toy would be. Come morning, and with absolutely no sleep, Jeff realised that somehow the gooey, brown paste that had once been coating his face was gone! It had been cleaned up, but given the darkness of the boys’ room, he didn’t know who had done it. 

The smell didn’t fade one bit though, mostly due to the constant farting that both boys did throughout the night. It was as impressive as it was disgusting, and Jeff was surprised their blankets didn’t inflate! Eventually, both boys stirred from their slumber, grudgingly getting out of bed and rubbing their eyes. With a few yawns and boisterous, diaper-inflating morning farts, the bears left their bedroom and went downstairs for breakfast. Seeing them leave gave the fox-putty some hope - perhaps they’d forgotten about him? Maybe he’d avoid getting farted on by them again! There was no way to know, the fox only able to sit in the fart-filled atmosphere of their bedroom and await his fate. Downstairs, meanwhile, both Jay and Jac were happily scoffing their faces with a huge, delicious breakfast. Whilst an entire fry-up was on offer, both boys notably stuck to the beans, slurping down the musical-fruit as fast as they could. Beans were only ever served at breakfast, their mother knew that the gas her boys would suffer after eating them was something she didn’t want to be around. She’d let the daycare staff handle that! 

Once both their plates were empty, Jac and Jay said their thanks and rushed back upstairs. 
“I can’t believe mommy gave us beeeeans! I’m gonna be so stinky, everyone will know!” Jac whined, the bear being ever so shy about his unbelievably rancid boy-farts. Jay meanwhile, giggled to himself as he climbed the stairs, each step summoning a short, wet blast of foul smelling gas from his plump butt. ‘Frrpppt. Brrmpt. Prrappptt. Flblblblt.’
“Oh, don’t worry! Lotsa’ other people fart too.” the brother replied, finally reaching the top step and grunting out a powerful fog-horn fart that rumbled the seat of his pajamas. 
“Mommy said she cleaned the special putty! I could use that again.” Jac suddenly squeaked, fanning his nose as he caught a whiff of his brother’s poot. 
“Hey! No fair! I wanna wear it today too! You got to wear it loads yesterday..”
“B-but.. I need it! Ooh, hold on! I’ve got an idea.” Jac tapped his chin in thought as he entered their bedroom.

Jeff hadn’t moved from the spot he’d been left in - he couldn’t. If the fox-putty could move, he would’ve easily ran one hundred miles away from the two bear cubs and not looked back! Instead, the fox-bully squished and squelched on the floor, cringing to himself as he heard the voices of the two boys again, knowing that they’d returned. When he heard one of them mention the word ‘putty’, it was obvious that today wasn’t going to be a good day. Whereas yesterday the torment had started more towards the afternoon, with both boys ready to play again, the fox was going to have an ENTIRE day of sniffing bear farts!
“Jay, can you grab one end of the putty please.” came a voice from above. Jeff, snapping out of his troubling thoughts, looked up only to see the thickly diapered crotches of two boys hovering above him. Jac had a wide grin in his face, whereas his brother looked puzzled. Jay decided to go along with it though, gripping ahold of the putty and letting his fingers sink in. Jeff didn’t have a clue what the boys were planning, but as a squeaky, lengthy fart eeked out from one of their rumps, he knew it wasn’t going to be good. 

Jac had grabbed the other end of him, his baked bean-juice covered fingers getting a good grip. 
“Okay, when I say go, you gotta’ start pulling!” 
Were they going to stretch him? That sounded painful - Jeff didn’t like the idea one bit! He’d much rather sniff farts than be torn in two! Despite being putty for a while now, he’d never have someone take a chunk out of him, and he didn’t want to know what it felt like.
“GO!” As with everything that happened to him, Jeff had no control, and as both boys started to pull away from each other, the orange, squishy putty stretched out. The fox felt his face stretch, body being pulled to its limits. A few of the trapped fart bubbles popped, freeing the gas inside but certainly not making the constant smell burning away at his nostrils any better. 

His body strained and wobbled like a guitar string, Jac and Jay now two meters apart from each other! The experience wasn’t actually that painful for Jeff - it was a strange enough feeling for sure, his face now being a meter wide, but if the boys wanted to play with him in a way that wasn’t farting, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. He had no idea that another intention was in mind, so as the bears kept on walking back, Jeff continued to stretch, until eventually even his putty-like body couldn’t handle the strain. With a loud squelch, the putty ripped in the middle and split cleanly in two! Both chunks rapidly returned to their normal sizes, both bears left with a sizeable chunk of putty in their paws. Despite feeling a brief bit of pain, Jeff certainly hadn’t suffered anything fatal. Although, as he realised he was looking at both of the cubs at once, a rush of senses bombarded his mind - it was like he was in two places at once! His body was split in two, but his mind had remained as one. 

He could see, hear and feel both boys as they curiously stretched and played with their respective halves of the fox-putty.
“Yay! It worked. Now we can both wear it!” Jac exclaimed, looking down at the putty with a grin. Jeff stared back, a chaotic mess of worried thoughts filling his mind. If both bear cubs planned to wrap him around their butts, then that would mean he’d be experiencing both their farts at the same time! He wasn’t sure if his nose - or noses - could handle all that olfactory torment! Jac and Jay didn’t care - they didn’t even know the putty they were about to torture with farts was Jeff! Even if they had, they likely wouldn’t have cared. It was probably for the best, given that the past times he’d teased them would likely warrant revenge. The last thing Jeff needed was both boys farting as hard as they could! 

With the prospect of being able to fart freely without risk of embarrassment in mind, Jac was the first to mold his fox-putty into the shape of a squishy, translucent diaper. Being half the volume meant that the putty was even clearer than it was before, now having only a minor orange tint to it. He slipped it up his pudgy thighs and yanked hard on the back-end just to get it over his chubby cub-butt. It slipped on perfectly, being nearly skin-tight and snug. Much to Jay’s amusement, he could see his brother completely through the putty, buttcheeks and all! He quickly followed suit, wiggling his own flatulent bum into his half of the putty and sighing once it was in place. Wasting no time at all, he decided to test the effective of it by resting his paws on his knees, sticking his rump out, and blowing a nasty, flapping ‘Frrrrlblblblbltttt!’ all over the poor fox’s face. Despite being much smaller, the putty still held all the gas in! The sound was muffled and the nose-burning smell was trapped inside, a hefty bubble now visible underneath Jay’s stubby bear tail.

“AWESOME!” Jac grinned, squeezing his tushy with a paw as a long, sputtering fart befouled his putty diaper with the ripe, sharp stench of the icecream he’d eaten last night in secret. It reeked of rotten milk, mixing with the meatiness of Jay’s fart to form a cocktail of stench that had Jeff wanting to pass out! Both boys farting at once was too much to handle - he wanted to gag, cough or at least just pinch his nose! Being immobile was easily the worst part, having no choice but to cling tightly to the bums of two boys that would likely let out more farts in that one day than most adults would in their entire lives! As the boys got dressed and ready for daycare, the farts did not stop. With the putty-diapers there to trap all the smells, both bears completely relaxed, their farts free-flowing. Their stomachs were also playing up quite badly, meaning Jeff was sniffing farts far worse than normal! Jac had held his farts in all throughout breakfast, so now that he was finally able to relax he spent more time farting than not farting. His bum constantly rumbled, a steady flow of disgusting, rotten ass-gas squeaked out against one of Jeff’s noses, a bubble bulging in the seat of his shorts. 

Soon enough, it was time to go to Daycare, and both boys were promptly strapped into their carseats. Jac’s diaper, being so full of gas and fart-bubbles, actually had him lifted off of his seat by an inch or two! Jay meanwhile, comfortably wiggled around in his putty-pamper, it squelching underneath him as his full weight sank into it. He had nowhere near as much gas as his brother did, so his Jeff-diaper merely felt like a warm cushion rather than an entire balloon. With both boys resting their full weight onto him, the fox-diaper’s face was completely buried under each of their rumps, able to feel, smell and see both of them at the same time! The drive to the daycare was hardly a short one either - he’d have his face buried in gassy boy-bum for at least half an hour. It might’ve been bareable, but Jay had a devious idea that he soon whispered to his brother. They both started snickering at his suggestion, their mother deciding that it’d just be best to leave the boys too it. 

With both of them now wearing the seemingly gas-proof diapers, Jay’s suggestion had been to have a fart competition! Their mother always told them off whenever they farted in the car, so now was the perfect opportunity! Wasting now time at all, Jay flashed a toothy grin, hiked up a leg and blasted the seat of his putty-pamper with a long, drawn out fart that, whilst it was silent to Jac, to Jeff it was a squeaky, un-ending fart that reeked of raw sewage. The crotch of the bear’s shorts puffed up a little as his diaper filled with fresh gas. Jac, able to feel the rumbles travelling through his car seat, was impressed! He silently applauded his brother before joining in on the one. With a look of determination, and a surprising lack of shame, he grunted softly and pushed. He was rewarded with a bassy, explosive fart that felt like several bowling balls were blasting out of his rump! They rumbled against Jeff’s face, adding more and more bubbles into his gooey, squishy body. Jac’s farts were easily the worst, and the fox could fully appreciate why he was so shy about farting around others!

Eventually, the boys arrived at the daycare, but not before filling their putty-diapers with so many raunchy, noxious bear-farts that it looked like they had balloons underneath their shorts! Much to her displeasure, their mother had to pull back the rear of them to let some of the gas escape, promptly filling the immediate vicinity with the ripe, nostril-burning stench. Even that was enough for her to wrinkle her nose - which said nothing to the potency Jeff had been made to endure. Jac and Jay said their goodbyes and happily waddled into the daycare, thickly diapered butts swaying as they walked. Each step had a short, sharp burst of gas puttering out of Jac’s ass, for he still was nowhere near from being empty! Jeff swore they increased in potency too, the fox now able to tell when Jac had farted and when it was Jay who had cut the cheese. It certainly helped that the latter bear’s farts stank especially meaty, the sort of odor that got stuck in the putty-fox’s nostrils. 

The morning was uneventful by the boys’ atrociously gassy standards - Between them they must’ve ripped about a thousand farts onto Jeff’s face, filling him back up with the gas their mother had previously let out. It was commonplace at the Daycare for all the cubs to run around without shorts, as to make diaper checks easier, and Jac and Jay were no exception. Many other boys stopped to giggle and grin, able to see the two bears’ butts through the translucent diaper. Most of the laughter came when they’d fart, and the bubbles of rancid boy-gas that filled their diapers were easily visible on the outside. They were cheered on and encouraged, passing as much gas as they possibly could! Jac was a little shy at first, but because no-one could smell his gross toots he didn’t mind. He even ended up beating his brother - a mammoth, fifteen second  ‘frrrrrRRRRBLBLBLBLBLBTTTT!’ had been the winning fart. It was so wet and rumbly that the entire daycare could hear it! Luckily, they couldn’t smell it, and Jeff could certainly tell them just how bad it was. But, with no mouth he couldn’t describe how thick and juicy it had been, or how it had left a warm, humid feeling against his face, or how it was so acrid that his nose hurt. 

As the dreaded bell for lunchtime rang out through the daycare, Jay freshened his own odor in Jeff’s nose by letting loose a fart that sounded more like a tractor than a bear-cub’s behind. With a pat to his inflated, trusty putty diaper, the boy grinned and made his way to the cafeteria area. Once again Jeff’s face was reunited with the rumps of both boys, a few of the bubbles popping as his snout melded to the shape of their cracks and his nose fit snuggly into place. He could make out various giggles and cheers along with the constant fart noises, all the other boys having a good time without him. The farts were bad enough, but the fact that no-one paid him any attention or even knew of his cruel fate hurt the most. Maybe if someone had realised that he’d gone missing the same day Jac and Jay had two new cool, orange diapers they might help him! But he was a bully, and his new position seemed to bring all the other boys great amusement. Perhaps he was better off this way? Was Jeff always supposed to end up as the fart-soaking, butt-sniffing diaper of the daycare’s gassiest cubs?

“OOOH! Jac’s eating the extra-extra-EEEEXTRA cheesy pizza!” came a voice from somewhere above Jeff. His heart sank - the last time Jac had eaten that, the staff thought there had been a sewer leak! The smell was absolutely rancid, so the fox instantly knew he’d be in for a hellish afternoon. What he didn’t know was that Jay, determined not to be beaten by his brother, had opted to scoff down several bowels of extra-bean chilli! Whilst he hadn’t ever nearly caused a natural disaster with his chilli-farts, he’d had so much gas that he managed to actually pop a diaper like a balloon from tooting too hard! With a constant barrage of rancid, raunchy boy farts leaking out into Jeff’s nose, the boys gobbled down their respective meals relatively quickly, eagerly looking forward to the explosive aftermath that would soon follow. 

After lunchtime came storytime, where all the cubs would gather around one of the adults whilst a story was read. Absolute silence often lingered over all the boys, alongside the occasional fart. What better time to test just how good their new, cool putty diapers were! They’d have complete silence and the perfect audience to test the smells on. Jac and Jay sat themselves down next to each other, grins on their faces as they watched all the other boys gather around. Soon enough, narration began and all the cubs were instantly pulled into a fantastical adventure detailing the trials and tribulations of a wizardly protagonist. One particularly nasty encounter with a dragon had Jac so enthralled that he hadn’t realised he’d been farting straight for the past two minutes! His stomach was struggling to handle the copious amount of cheese he’d eaten. Being lactose intolerance meant dairy was easily an instant source of malodorous farts, but Jac had gone a little too far. His butt couldn’t fart fast enough! His gut produced so much gas that a constant, bassy tone sputtered out from between his cheeks and peppered Jeff’s nose with the strong, sharp stink of the worst farts he’d ever sniffed!

Fortunately, no-one around Jac heard or smelt his disgusting ass-rip, only the poor fox that was slowly expanding more and more. Worse yet, Jay’s own stomach decided to add to the chorus of farts by letting out a burst of flatulence so warm and spicy that it left his face feeling hot! Whilst Jac’s farts were a low tone, Jay’s guffs were high-pitched and squeaky. They shook the boy’s brown, fuzzy cheeks in the bully’s face and had rumbles travelling through his nose. The bear adjusted his position and completely squished his bum against the fox, resulting in a large bubble forming in Jeff’s nose the moment his next fart started. Much to the putty’s horror, Jay’s poot easily blew all of Jac’s away. It smelt like rotting meat, left in the sun for months, mashed up with a soiled diaper. The bubble meant that it was all he could smell - no butt-musk, no lingering diaper air, just PURE, disgusting bear-fart. 

With his mind stinging and his nose burning, Jeff wasn’t prepared for the sudden wet, explosive shart that Jac blasted into his seat. The bear froze up and let out a low squeak, a sudden squidgy sensation coming from underneath his bum. He dare not move for fear of squishing it around, instead looking at his brother with a worried glance. Being so full of gas meant that he couldn’t stop another burst of air squelching out, splattering through all the brown, gooey paste already in his seat to form an obnoxious ‘FRRRAPPPPPTTT!’  noise. It didn’t stop there though! His stubby little tail shot up as his body tensed up, Jac grabbing his stomach as his tailhole yawned open. He couldn’t stop the huge, chunky eruption that followed. A brown paste instantly flooded the seat of his diaper, turning the warm orange into a deep, mucky brown. He even had to lean forwards just to ease his putty-bum off the ground and give his load enough room to flow out.

His seat expanded, sagging in the back with a chorus of wet sprrrrching noises. It wasn’t too different to the sound of someone mixing paste in a bucket! Even Jay noticed his brother filling his putty-diaper up, mostly because of the smell. Whilst Jeff could hold in farts, the rancid stench of a soiled diaper was something that nothing could contain, especially not one of Jac’s after he’d eaten cheese! A noticeably hefty bulge sagged below his tail, stretching the diaper as the giant load drooped against Jeff’s face. All the fox could see was brown, all he could smell was bear-shit, and his nose was on fire. Even as Jay let out a few beany, meaty farts, he couldn’t smell them at all. Nothing would ever top the vile stink of a bear-dump on his face. With the need to change in mind, Jac stood up and grabbed his tummy, letting a few more logs plop into the soup of chunky scat already oozing inside his diaper. A few boys looked his way and snickered, to which Jay responded by planting his paws over the brown, stinky seat of his brother’s putty-diaper. Together, they waddled over to the bathroom, Jac squelching with every step, and Jay blasting his diaper with farts; ‘Frrrpppt!’ ‘Spprrrchh!’ ‘Brrmmmpt!’ Bllooorrrch!’ 

The boys truly were gross, and Jeff was stuck snuggling BOTH of their butts for the rest of the day...