“You sure you’re okay down there?” Connor asked nervously. 
        Scott nodded in reply but then, remembering that Connor couldn’t see him, said “Yeah, I’m fine.”
        He could understand Connor’s worry; he was a fifteen ton feral Triceratops, after all. One wrong step and the poor human beneath him would be a grease stain covered in latex, and Connor might not even notice for a good while.
Well… perhaps that wasn’t true. Connor might not notice the squelch of Scott beneath him, but he’d certainly notice when Scott stopped rubbing his cock through the thick layer of latex covering it.
Looking back, Scott couldn’t rightly figure out when his life went from normal, to… well, being dressed in a latex bodysuit with a hose attaching it to the latex bodysuit of a feral dinosaur. But, running his face against the trice’s cock, Scott wouldn’t have it any other way.
A pleasured grunt from the dino above him snapped Scott back to reality. “Need me to lay off?” Scott asked.. 
“Please,” Connor replied with a groan.
“Wouldn’t want you to fill that suit with cum, now would we?” Scott slid out from under the triceratops after one last nuzzle against the latex-clad cock. Connor let out a sigh of relief and flopped onto his side with a heavy thud.
“Careful up there!” A voice came from down below. “This house is reinforced but he might be a bit much!”
Scott chuckled and laid against Connor’s side, pulling him in a soft cuddle. “Don’t worry Apollo, we’ll be careful!”
Apollo was Scott’s roommate, lover, and sometimes (well, consistent) dom. They shared quite a few interests, and Apollo’s domineering needs combined with Scott’s weak will usually meant that he just ended up doing whatever inane thing the bull had coerced the human into just to please him. 
He turned his attention back to Connor, resting his head in the crook of the dino’s leg. Even two layers of latex couldn’t make Connor’s legs less firm and bony, but he made do. The two had met on an online forum (though Scott never did figure out how Connor could type) and quickly bonded over their mutual love for latex, suits, and filth. Apollo and Scott met Connor in a public place to feel things out, and everything had went from there.
Scott took a deep breath and sighed, feeling his cock pulse as the salty scent of sweat assaulted his nose. One of the many kinks Connor and Scott shared was scent play, which was the whole reason why they were both attached by rubber hoses. Scott found dino sweat to be the most pungent thing that he could get off to, and Connor simply loved what he described as the ‘subtle nuances’ of human stink. Four days of no showering and here they were, cuddling and simply enjoying each other’s mutual filth. All casual and lowkey, just what Scott had needed.
“Hey, what’s goin on here?”
Scott’s relaxed and happy mood soured like milk. He could recognize that nasty voice anywhere — Hamton.
Hamton was the bane of Scott’s existence. It wasn’t that Hamton was all bad. After all, most of the time he was quite fun to be around, despite his occasional nasty streak. It wasn’t even that Hamton was too nasty for Scott. After all, Scott quite enjoyed getting filthy. 
No, it was that the pig’s nasty tastes combined with his nasty streak far too often, and usually to Scott’s detriment. The last time Hamton had taken out his nasty mood on Scott, he forced the shit of half a dozen barn pigs into Scott’s stomach while Scott was at dinner with some coworkers, which of course eventually exploded into the diaper he was wearing at the time. Scott never dig figure out how Hamton managed to make a portal directly into Scott’s belly, but he’d never forgiven the pig. 
“Well? What are ya doin? Can I join?” Hamton asked again, walking into Scott’s view.
Scott knew he should be nicer to Hamton, both out of decency and out of self preservation, but against his better judgement, he let his emotions get the best of him. 
“Fuck off,” Scott hissed. Both Connor and Hamton jumped at the venom in Scott’s tone. “Last time you fucked with me, you ruined my reputation at the office. You can just fuck off somewhere else.”
Silence hung heavy in the air for a few moments, and Scott began to regret his words. 
“W-Well, fine!” Hamton oinked, crossing his arms and huffing. “I didn’t… fine!” 
With that, the pig huffed off, thudding heavily across the floor. A few moments later Apollo knocked on the ceiling. “Careful up there!”
Scott grinned. Apparently Hamton was so heavy he could be mistaken for a dinosaur. “We’ll be more careful!” he responded. He turned back to Connor, wriggling closer. “Shall we get back to it?”
Connor grinned. “I think we shall.”
        The two returned to their cuddles, unimpeded by the pig. The acrid smell of the other’s body combined with the gentle thrum of the dino’s heart made both of them sleepy, and soon they were taking a light nap in each other’s arms. 
Unfortunately, their naps were to be short lived.
Scott awoke to the strange feeling of fresh air hitting his sweaty ass, and then the stranger scent of fresh air in his lungs. He stirred and sat up, or rather tried to; his arms and legs were in spreader bars, and as he looked around, he saw that Connor was in them, too. 
“Wanna play a game?”
Scott’s throat welled up. Hamton was back.
“D-Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” Scott’s voice wavered, but he still sounded much more confident than he felt. At this point, he knew that he was powerless in the situation, and with a sinking heart, he realized that Apollo thinking the thudding was them meant that the bull likely didn’t know Hamton was here. Which meant there would be no rescue. 
Hamton’s fleshy grin grew. “I just wanna play a game. Don’t you wanna play a game?”
Scott broke out in a sweat, squirming. He had no choice. “I-I, uh… what game?”
Hamton sat down next to him, his massive belly resting on his lap. “Simple!” The pig held up a blue pill about the size of a thumb. “You take this suppository up your ass, and try to hold it for fifteen minutes.”
Scott’s brows furrowed. Was that all? Shitting himself in a latex suit wouldn’t be fun, but it wouldn’t be so bad, either. And he knew that Connor would enjoy the smell. 
“What happens if I lose?” he asked.
Hamton’s grin grew even wider. “Well, then I take this, and I shove it up Connor’s ass. And then I connect the tubes to your ass back.” The pig pulled a massive pill from God knows where, about the size of a fire extinguisher.
Scott’s heart sank. Simply imagining the stench of dino shit funnelled directly to his nose made his eyes burn, and he didn’t even want to think about the shit that would come with it. 
“And what if I say no?”
Hamton’s grin faded. “Well then,” he said in a low growl, “I shove this up Connor’s ass, reconnect the tube, break the zippers and leave you both here.”
Scott’s eyes flew wide open; Hamton did not fuck around. He couldn’t speak for a moment, and when he did, his voice was high and squeaky. “W-We’ll play the game.”
It was at this time Connor gave a loud yawn, blinking his eyes awake. “Hey Scott, did you… wait… Hamton?”
Scott shook his head. “D-Don’t worry about it, he’s just here to play a game.”
Connor sighed. “Look, Hamton, I know you want to play but Scott said-”
The trice paused. His legs. He couldn’t move his legs. “Scott?” he asked nervously.
“Just… just go with it, it’s easier to just go with it,” Scott murmured. “Besides, he wouldn’t actually hurt us.”
Hamton had lost his patience. “Scott! You gonna play or not?” 
Scott bit his lip, taking a deep breath before nodding. “Of course.”
“Good,” came the curt reply, and Scott groaned as he felt the hog’s fingers prodding at his hole. One of them slipped in, unlubed, and it was all the human could do not to whine in pain. He could ignore the burning sensation, but what came next was almost unbearable - the thick, slimy feeling of the hog’s tongue pressing into his hole. He knew it was Hamton’s way of being nice, lubing it before he shoved the pill up there, but it was still a major boner killer. 
And then, the pill. It felt smaller than Scott expected by the looks of it, and slipped in rather easily, a cold presence deep inside his ass. It wasn’t long before it all melted, and Scott felt entirely normal.
He had too much experience with laxatives to believe that, though.
“Alright, it’s in, gonna start the timer right… now!” Hamton said, starting a timer on his watch. “All ya gotta do is hold it in for fifteen. You can do it, can’t ya?” 
“I’ve handled worse,” Scott said, though he squirmed as he could feel the beginning stages of the glycerin taking effect. It was true, but he’d prepared beforehand the previous times, while this was entirely unexpected.
The first ten minutes passed entirely without incident. Scott didn’t feel a single twinge, pressure, or even the slightest urge to go. He actually was quite relaxed, simply conversing with Connor as Hamton became visibly irritated. Then, in the middle of a sentence, Scott paused.
Hamton peered down. “Y’all alright?” he asked with a grin.
Scott was pale, his lips pressed tight together. He let out a strangled grunt of confirmation, but a quiet zip of a fart betrayed his current struggle. 
All Scott could hear in that suit was the groaning of his belly, protesting at the sudden hell it was being forced through. It felt as if it was bloating with gas, and his asshole burned with the sheer might it had to put out just to keep itself sealed. The inner ring did its job the best it could, but the insane pressure that Scott’s shit was putting on it finally forced it apart. 
He began to groan, careful not to curl up like he wanted. He knew from experience that putting any pressure whatsoever on his belly would lead to disaster, and he couldn’t afford to lose this time. 
Bubbles began to force their way out of his asshole, burbling between his cheeks and leaving a wet, greasy sheen in their wake. Scott thanked goodness that the hose was detached, or else all that rancid gas would be trapped inside his suit. 
That isn’t to say there was no one to appreciate the rancidness he’d just let out - he felt Hamton’s wet snout snuffling between his legs.
“My God, you pig,” Scott spat out tersely, “you can’t even leave that alone?”
Hamton chuckled, snorting a bit. “Sour, like eggs and something… what, burning? Didja have tacos an eggs, Scott?” 
“F-Fuck off,” Scott growled back. “How much longer?”
Hamton checked his watch. “Two minutes,” he said. “I’m impressed, but you ain’t done yet, boy.”
Scott gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He could do this.
The seconds ticked past like hours, and Scott’s cold sweat became even worse. Connor tried to pitch in some comforting words, a half-pet on the legs with his tail, but Scott warned him off with a grunt. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the gestures, but Scott needed all his concentration if he were going to make it through.
“H-How… much… time left?” he managed. He was shaking at this point. It was right there, begging to burst out, and the feeling was only intensifying. 
Hamton checked his watch again. “Forty seconds. Gonna make it, boy?”
Scott growled wordlessly, and Hamton chuckled, leaning down. “Gonna be close, innit? Here, lemme check so there ain’t no cheatin.” Scott hissed in air as Hamton’s firm hands pryed his round asscheeks apart, exposing the brown asshole clenching and shaking away. It was covered in sweat and mucus, and more than a fair amount of wet shitslime. 
Hamton hummed quietly, but before Scott could say anything, the pig leaned down and slurped the muck away. Scott groaned, his asshole twitching, but he held firm. “Don’t worry, Scotty boy, I won’t count nothin that ain’t a log. Shit drool don’t count, and ya got - lemme check - twenty seconds.”
Nodding, Scott breathed a sigh of relief… and that was his fatal mistake. That slight feeling of relief made his asshole relax just the slightest amount, and almost immediately a log turtled. Hamton leaned forward greedily, and though Scott tried his best, the dam was breached.
A single, thick log burst out, coiling on the ground behind him, followed by a long, ass blaster of a fart. Hamton let out a nasty squeal of pleasure, huffing the rancid air and slurping up the single wet log off the ground. Scott had regained pale, shaking control over his sphincter, but the hog just chortled.
“Sorry boy, but ya dun fucked up. One log is still a log, y’know. Might as well do the whole damn thing.”
Scott groaned, but he knew the pig was right. With a mixture of defeat and relief he let his asshole relax, and log after log of thick, wet shit poured out in a semi-solid mixture. It coated his left ass cheek entirely before gathering in a pile on the ground, which Hamton greedily slurped up.
The hog left Scott there in his euphoria a moment, and might have given him a moment longer if the dinosaur hadn’t interrupted. 
        “So, does this mean that..?”
Hamton grinned. “Sure does, buddy. Pucker up!”
Scott stirred back to life. “W-What? No, wait shit, Hamton you can play with us, I’ll do something else, it was close, I should be able to-”
No matter how much the poor human begged, Hamton refused to be convinced. He just sauntered over to the bound dino, unzipped the back access, and shoved the pill as far up as he could manage, much to Connor’s pleasure and dismay equally. Hamton managed to slide his entire arm in there before pulling out, finding himself covered in thick dino dung. He gave an appreciative whiff before hooking the hoses back up between the two latex suits. Only then did he slurp the brown slurry off his skin, gagging and moaning at the taste.
“Hoo boy, Scott, are you in for a treat!” He exclaimed, forcing back a small gag. “That shit’s ripe, even for me!”
Scott was panicking inside his suit, trying to subtly see if he couldn’t break from his bonds. Unfortunately, there was no luck. Instead, he tried to reason with the hog.
“What if we make this another game?” he asked.
Hamton raised an eyebrow, taking a seat on Connor’s belly. Scott wanted to call him out for speeding along the process, but knew that would risk upsetting the hog even more. The human waited for Hamton to ask what about, but realizing the hog wasn’t going to speak, he continued.
“Double or nothing. If Connor can hold it for fifteen minutes, we’re both let out and we get to go. No harm, no foul. If he can’t, well… I get to be trapped in here for a full twenty-four hours.” It was terrifying, betting something like that, but he’d heard trices had bowels of steel, and he was pulling for Connor to power through it. 
Hamton appeared to truly consider it a while. He stood up, pacing around the groaning dino and the human attached to him, before crouching down to be eye level with the terrified Scott.
“Y’know, I thought ‘bout it. Really did. But after the way you been treatin me, I don’t think ya deserve a way out. So, no. Fuck yer deal.” Hamton paused, and Connor groaned as his belly audibly gurgled. “Although, I do like my chances if I were to accept… but nah. You get to suffer, Scott.”
He stood up, ignoring Scott’s wails. “Complain all ya want, it’s still happenin! Now I’m just gonna sit back here, relax, and wait for the fireworks.” The porker sat down in a chair against the wall, chuckling to himself. He had at least thirty minutes before Apollo would come up to check on the two. That was plenty of time for the dino’s willpower to break down and for the pig to torture Scott a little before heading off. 
Scott was as aware of the time constraint as Hamton was, but he was also very aware that his dino friend wouldn’t be able to make it. That glycerine pill was absolutely massive, even for a multiton feral dino. He sighed, trying to prepare himself. 
“Don’t feel bad, good buddy,” he said to Connor. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Brave words, and empty ones. “Even if we don’t, I won’t blame you.” 
Connor nodded silently, regretting his decision to play without Apollo’s supervision that day. Bad things always happened to him when there were no doms around to keep an eye on things. He could feel the pangs already building up, small and subtle at first, but quickly growing in frequency and intensity. 
“I’ll do my best,” he groaned, squirming as much as his massively built body could allow him. Scott wasn’t able to turn around to comfort the dino, given the constraints he was in, but he wriggled back towards him, nestling into the crook of his legs. 
He could feel the pressure building in Connor’s belly; it was bulging slightly more than usual, and every time a bubble moved, Scott could sense every inch that it travelled.
“Hey, Connor?” he asked.
        “Yeah, Scott?” Connor replied.
        “You hadn’t emptied before this, had you?”
        “No, Scott.” Connor sighed. “No, I didn’t.
        “How lo-”
        “About a week.”
        Scott winced. Jesus, that’s going to be some rancid stuff. At least he had some reprieve— Hamton had done such a great job slurping the shit from his ass that he could barely smell the aftereffects of it. 
        Connor’s belly grumbled again, and the dino began to whimper. “G-God, I can feel it, it’s dissolving so fast!”
        The human wanted to do anything else but comfort the person who was going to be the cause of his torture, but he knew it wasn’t Connor’s fault. “Just don’t think about it, alright?”
        “I don’t want to think about it,” came the reply, “but - gosh, it’s just… oh lord it’s slimy, it makes me wanna gag.”
        Scott sighed. “Yeah, I know, that’s how it feels. This your first time with a suppository?”
        Another grunt, then a sigh. “Y-Yeah, I… oh jesus it’s going to be nasty. Just realized I’d spent the week pigging out, it’s going to be absolutely rancid, isn’t it?”
        Scott wished that Connor would stop talking about it. “I mean, you’re the one who knows what you ate, so you’re the only one who can answer that question.”
        A short pause. “...yeah, it’s going to be nasty.”
        Scott chose not to reply. 
        A few short minutes passed, and Scott was beginning to think that maybe it was a fluke, and he’d been lucky enough to get out of his punishment. Connor’s belly was settling down, and he hadn’t heard a noise or even a grunt out of him in a little while. The dino had even made a comment on it, saying that he didn’t feel the pill anymore. The only thing that worried him was the fact that Hamton was still there, grinning like an idiot. Scott couldn’t shake the feeling that the pig must know something. 
        Then, the shoe dropped. 
        “Scott, I…” Connor tried to warn his friend, but had to cut off with a grunt. A massive blast of gas escaped his ass with a pop, and both suits inflated from the sheer amount of it. Scott immediately began to breathe through his mouth, but even with that precaution it was far too little, far too late. The acrid cloud of dino gas assaulted his senses, the sheer contact making his eyes turn red and water, and though he was breathing through his mouth, the scent was horrendous. 
        It was like cat shit, left to bake in the sun and run through a lawnmower. Like an easter egg, forgotten in its hiding place for months and then cracked. Like a ball of sulfur drenched in burning hair. 
        It made Scott want to retch.
        “Jesus, Connor!” he growled.
        “I’m sorry!” Connor said with a whine. “I can’t help it, and it’s getting worse!”
        “Sorry, I know, I know…” It didn’t comfort Scott any, but he knew Connor was right. 
        Hamton chuckled and stood up, striding over to check out the damage. “Red, watery eyes just from a fart?” he said to Scott, crouching in front of him. “Yer in for it, then, aintcha? Believe me, this is jus’ gettin started.”
        As if on queue, Connor let out another groan, his belly audibly gurgling. “It’s… I can’t hold it much longer!” he cried out, shaking a bit from the effort. “It’s… oh dear god, I’m sorry Scott, but, -oh god!” 
        A single log turtled its way out of his ass, stretching his hole far further than even Hamton’s thick arm could, crackling as it went. The latent smell wafted through the tube into Scott’s suit, and the poor human began to gag and retch, rendered unable to speak from the sheer intensity of it. 
        Hamton couldn’t hear the crackling, but from the dino’s face and the bulge at his ass, he could guess what was going on. “Oh, dontcha worry, Scott!” he said, waddling over to Connor’s ass. “I’ll make sure it gets to you!” He lined up the tube with the turtling log, ensuring it would push straight into it once Connor finally let go of all pretense. Scott did his best to curse the pig out, but whatever words he was saying were lost between the gags and retches forced out of the tortured human’s belly. 
        “Oh, quit yer yappin, Scott,” Hamton groused. “I’m doin ya a favor, the first stuff that comes out a dino shit is always thick. Gotta make sure that gets to ya first, else y’all’ll be flooded with the nasty wet stuff that comes out next. I’m helpin ya, y’see?” And making sure Scott doesn’t drown. Though what a way to go!
        Scott couldn’t see a reason to be grateful. Hamton was the reason he was in this mess in the first place! He finally gained enough control of himself to manage two works: “Fuck you.”
        The hog wanted to be offended and fuck Scott up even more, but quite honestly, he couldn’t blame the poor little thing for being furious, so he decided to let it slide. Instead he waddled up to Scott’s helmet, tapping on the plastic visor that allowed him to see. “If yer nice,” he said, “I’ll wash ya off after.” Scott quieted down after that, but his red eyes never stopped glaring at Hamton. 
        Hamton held the gaze a minute then shook his head. “Aight, and here I was gonna be nice to ya.” He stood up, ambled over to Connor, and placed a foot on his belly. The dino began to frantically shake his head. “Sorry bud, nothin against ya, but Scott here needs to be taught a lesson of respect.” And with that, he pressed down on Connor’s belly.
        Connor let out a hoarse moan, grunting as he struggled against Hamton’s foot, but it was that tense struggle that proved to be his undoing. The single log still lodged in his ass popped free, about a foot long and a nasty yellow color, and was followed by another log, and another, and another, each one longer and thicker than the last. The sheer pressure of it all began to force the first log down the tube,stretching the latex as it went. 
        Scott craned his neck with horror as he watched the plug get closer, closer and closer, getting to the point where he could even feel the very tip of the thick shit plug brushing against his asshole. He winced, bracing for impact, and… nothing. 
        Nothing? The human strained, but he couldn’t hear anything. The tip of Connor’s shit burned as it pressed against his hole, but that was… that was it?
        Scott began to laugh incredulously. “Is, is that it, Connor?” he asked.
        Connor laughed back, unable to believe their luck. “That’s it!” he replied, wriggling happily in his bondage. “That’s it, you’re home free!”
        The two began to talk excitedly to each other, subtly mocking Hamton for losing at his own game, but for some reason, the grin on the hog’s face never left. If anything, the longer Scott and Connor celebrated, the larger the grin got.
        Soon Scott began to feel nervous. Shouldn’t Hamton be swearing at them? Huffing off? Anything? Just as he got up the courage to ask, Connor abruptly stopped talking. The silence was heavy.
        “...Connor?”
        A soft, wet gurgle was his answer, and a quiet ‘oh no’. Scott paled. “Connor? Are you alright?”
        Another gurgle replied, and then another, and soon Connor’s belly did nothing but gurgle and groan as it prepared to release a second wave of shit.
        “J-Jeez, Scott, uhh… we may have an issue!” Connor said.
        “Can’t you hold it?” Scott snapped. “I don’t think this could take any more, it stopped just before getting inside!”
        “I know, I know, but… oh god, this is gonna be a wet one!”
        “Didn’t you say that about the last one?”
        A particularly loud grumble answered that question, sounding as if the earth itself was rumbling. Connor let out a few squeaky farts and gagged at the smell. 
        “Scott, I can’t - oh jeez - I can’t, I don’t think I can do it!”
        Scott began to squirm struggling to pull his way out of the suit, tear something, anything to get him free. “Just hold on a minute, I think I can do this!”
        Hamton chuckled and shook his head, walking over to press his foot down on Scott’s arm. “Nah, you ain’t doin nothin. Sorry boy, gotta face the facts. Or the farts, I guess!”
        The human barely had time to groan at the bad pun before Connor’s ass exploded. Wet, sloppy shit sloshed out into the suit, nearly entirely liquid. It gurgled and bubbled, building up in the lower half of the dino’s suit and making it bulge. It almost sounded like a spout going off, splashing violently at first before tapering off, nearly fading to nothing before another gurgle, another groan, and it began once again. 
        Painfully slowly, Scott could feel the plug inching through the tube, pressing like thick mud into the lower half of his suit. Most of it molded around him, sliding down his legs and up his belly, but some of it pushed inside of his loose asshole. The logs pressed at his prostate, and he couldn’t help but whimper at the painfully, wonderfully full feeling he had from the dino’s shit pushing into his bowels. It burned and itched to be certain, but it was almost a good itch. 
        The watery shit explosion continued back in Connor’s suit, the pressure building higher and higher. The shit plug soon reached up to Scott’s neck, the rise halting some as excess shit poured into his arm and leg holes. 
        Scott closed his eyes, struggling to keep his breathing calm. Almost every lungful was entirely noxious fumes at this point, burning his nose and eyes but otherwise bearable. As long as it stayed at this level, he figured he’d be fine. 
        The torrent behind him managed one last wet gush, the shit plug rose to Scott’s chin, and finally it stopped. Scott waited a few minutes, fearing something else, but when nothing came he breathed a sigh of relief. 
        “Jesus… I really thought it was gonna reach my face,” he said. 
        “You alright?” Connor asked weakly, spent from evacuating his bowels so thoroughly. His entire lower half burned, submerged in his sewer shit as it was, but it was manageable. He could only imagine the torture Scott was going through, with his pale, fragile skin subjected the acidic shits that came from a trice’s diet. 
        Scott took stock of himself. Everything below his belly burned and itched something fierce, made worse by the fact that he couldn’t itch it himself. His asshole was stretched wide on a dinosaur’s thick log, his insides burned, and his eyes, nose and lips burned equally as bad. But… he was breathing, though the air was rancid, his ass didn’t feel close to breaking, and really, he thought things could have gone worse. Finally, he replied, “I’m… okay. I want to get the fuck out.”
        All this time, Hamton had stood and observed. He was expecting the first pause, knowing quite well how that pill tended to work through his own personal experience, but he didn't expect the shit to stop so early. He was hoping to see Scott’s face disappear under it, maybe give him the impression of drowning a moment before tearing the facemask off and letting him go. 
        Could he just let it go? Could he just let Scott get out of this one, give him a win just because simple chance had meant Scott hadn’t suffered as much as Hamton would have liked? Could they call it even and start, perhaps, respecting each other?
        Fat fuckin chance. Hamton growled to himself and stepped over Scott, crouching at Connor’s belly and feeling around every square inch he could reach, poking, pushing, and prodding as he went.
        “What… what are you doing?” Connor asked. 
        “Oh, dontcha worry a thing, aight?” Hamton replied.
        Not exactly assured by that response, Connor opened his maw to retort but paused, eyes wide. Hamton grinned. “Found somethin’, eh?” He pressed again in the same spot, and Connor groaned.
        “Please don’t…” Connor moaned. “Please, I just finished, I don’t wanna.”
        “Don’t want to what?” Scott asked, an edge in his voice. “Don’t want to what? What’s that fat fuck doing to you?”
        Oh, that did it. Hamton scowled, pressing harder on Connor’s belly.
        “No,” Connor said quietly, “I don’t want to. No, no, nononono-”
        His eyes flew wide and then relaxed as a massive burst of gas exploded into the latex suits with a loud, extended trumpet blast. The trice’s suit bloated up with the initial burst, and continued to bloat as the dino let out a long, sustained fart.
        “S-Shit,” Scott whined, squirming in his suit. “Shit, no, nononono-”
        There was nothing he could do. Scott could only watch helplessly as Connor’s suit inflated larger and larger, until finally the little bit of plug holding the gas back collapsed, shooting it all into Scott’s suit and covering his face in muck.
        Scott screamed out, writhing around as it got into his eyes, his nose, even down his throat, his every sensation summed up as simply burning. His suit swelled and inflated to the point where he couldn’t even move it anymore, and the humidity built up on the inside to ensure that Scott’s existence was a wet, burning, disgusting one.
        Hamton grinned in satisfaction and stepped back, happy to watch Scott suffer just a bit. Then, he bent down and took off Scott’s faceplate.
Scott gasped for air the second he felt something fresh hit his face, but all he got was a mouthful of dino dung; now that the muck had somewhere to go, it was all rushing out of Scott’s neckpiece, building up around the bound male and spraying directly onto his face. It was almost even worse than being inside the suit; at least there he had some room to try and avoid it, but with the force it was spraying out now, he had no choice but to let it pump up his nose and mouth. 
Eventually the force of the sludge pouring out subsided, and Scott shook his head, clearing his eyes of shit. The first thing he saw was Hamton’s hog cock.
“Lookin mighty dirty there, slut. Mind if I clean ya?”
Before Scott could protest, Hamton sighed and let loose a torrent of rancid, near-orange pig piss all over Scott’s face, spraying away the shit and torturing him in the process.