“Let’s get you comfy, shall we?” 

Without letting a single fart go to waste, Sydney quickly got things in motion. He carried the tiny skunk over to his gargantuan ass and lifted his thick, scaled tail, revealing to Stripes his new home. It was a tiny pocket, sewn onto the seam of the dragon’s underwear. The pocket sat directly between his thick, looming asscheeks, threatening to slip inside in a wedgie at any moment. Sydney held the skunk by his trio of tails and dangled him over the pocket, a visible steam rising up from inside as the curves of the dragon’s bulbous, muscular asscheeks formed what was to the skunk, a huge crevice that he could easily get lost within, like a musky canyon. Suddenly, he was allowed to fall, plummeting down to the depths of Syd’s ass pocket and wedged inside.

The dragon made sure the skunk was nice and secure by gently pushing his head down with his pinky finger, face rubbing against the fabric as he did. Stripes had fallen facing Sydney’s backside, so when he was tucked away neatly within that pocket his face was pressed right against the musky cleft of the dragon’s two huge buttocks. He was in the center of them too, and it didn’t take much for the skunk to realise that the pungent, musky odour wafting out from between them was Sydney’s puckered tailhole, ready to burst at any moment. Only a few metres of chunky, squishy dragon-ass separated Stripes from the pucker that had caused him so much suffering. By now Sydney’s asshole could likely swallow him whole, but he didn’t want to think about that too much. 

“Perfect, you fit like the final piece of a puzzle. The puzzle to my infinite power. Even when I achieve extreme superiority, I am going to keep you, skunk, as a reminder of how I achieved my glorious form. Even then, my farts shan’t stop, and my loyal pet will be there to sniff them! You’re going to live a miserable life, little skunk.” Sydney snickered, licking his lips in delight. He nonchalantly lifted his foot and swung it in the direction of what remained of the laboratory. Stripes' suffering in the ‘dragon oven’ had grown Sydney to such a size that the dragon was effortlessly able to send the building topping over into a heap of crumbling concrete. The loud crashing noise filled the skunk’s ears as it travelled up the dragon’s thick, powerful legs and through his thighs. Vibrations also came, Sydney’s asscheeks absorbing them somewhat and consequently jiggling against Stripes' face. 

He groaned; it was like someone had grabbed him by the side of the head and violently shook him. That was nothing though, for he was about to learn just how horrible his new position as Sydney’s ass-pet would be. A grumble escaped his stomach, which had already bloated with all the gas his body was rapidly producing. The bigger he got and the more Stripes suffered, the more disgusting methane his bowels pumped out. His tail whipped up into the air, slicing through the ground and sending chunks of earth flying, before the dragon squatted a little. His asscheeks parted slightly, spreading around the skunk’s little body and allowing him to slip further between them a little. He was given a faceful of assmeat, the soft, blubbery flesh nearly smothering him, before a rancid burst of gas came to the skunk’s rescue.

‘Ppprrrrrrpppptttttttt!’

It came out like literal thunder, cracking through the air as a torrent of hot gas blasted Stripes in the face and heated the fabric of Sydney’s snug, tight-fitting underwear to such a degree that the skunk started sweating again. He squirmed, Sydney cackling in delight at the feeling of it. His entire ass erupted into wobbling and jiggling, cheeks shaking against Stripes' snout as gas steamed up his nostrils. The dragon didn’t stop there, grunting and pushing out three harsh, violent farts that made the skunk’s eyes water. ‘FRRRRRPPPTTTTT!’ ‘BRRRRLLLLPPPTTT!’ ‘PRRRRRLBTBTBT!’. He thought the tent was awful, but the sudden jump in power that Sydney’s latest farts had just blew the dragon oven away - literally. He retched, his body trying to expel the obnoxiously warm, meaty air out of his system but it just keeped on coming out. The dragon grew further still, the fabric of his undies stretching to accompany his bigger ass, Stripes able to feel the material creak against his face. His nose sunk into the blubbery surface, only a piece of clothing separating his face from that raunchy hell.

Sydney wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Those farts were nothing - even as he forced them out, twice as much gas had already taken their place. He watched in sheer delight as his feet throbbed and expanded, the dragon’s clawed toes sinking into the mud below as he continued to grow. He clenched his cheeks together, squeezing Stripes in place and forcing his airways back open, only to vent a vile squeaker down them that puttered out for so long all the air around Sydney’s buttcrack turned stale and musky. Any birds in the immediate area fell from the sky, the thick fumes simply too much. The dragon’s squeaky, noxious poot carried on for an impressive twenty-four seconds before finishing with a bassy tone that nearly blew all the skunk’s fur off! That would’ve likely been a blessing, given that Stripes' coat was stained with farts, a visible stenching rising off of him. 

‘PpppppeeeeeeeeeeeeerrppppPPPTTTTT!’

“Mmm, come, pet, let us show the denizens of my new land what their new ruler looks.” Sydney chuckled, swaying his tail around in delight and thus causing his rump to wobble even more. Stripes didn’t like the sound of Sydney’s plan one bit, given that it meant more forceful farting. The farts that just came out on their own were nowhere near as bad as when the dragon forced them out - For starters, they weren’t so face-numbingly powerful, and secondly whenever the dragon pushed, his cheeks would part and Stripes could feel himself sinking between them like quicksand. Still, any gas from Sydney’s ass was still downright awful. As the skunk could feel the dragon stroll effortlessly across huge distances with mere steps, a constant stream of loud, echoing farts struck Stripes' face, keeping their maleficent stench fresh in his nostrils and their cruel heat constant in the air. 

‘BrrrRRRRRapppptt.’ ‘Blrrrmmpppfft’. ‘PrrrlllrrrpppPPPPPPPTTTTTT!’

Sydney had clearly forced that last one out towards the end, as it suddenly turned deafeningly loud and its power alone nearly popped Stripes' ears. Somehow, his body managed, it hanging limply within that pocket as he gagged and heaved, the taste of dragon-ass fresh on his tongue. It didn’t seem to stop either, Sydney’s gas-production had gotten so extreme and so constant that there was barely a second where his ass wasn’t farting. Even if they weren’t explosive or obnoxious, a constant stream of popping, hot rippers thundered out, or a meaty guff of gas that came out in such a high volume that the dragon’s underwear puffed up a little, the fabric stretching before snapping back, Stripes' face slipping snuggly between those musky asscheeks a little deeper than it was before. 

Each booming step the dragon took increased in pace each time he grew, the skunk’s constant suffering fueling the dragon’s growth to the point where people could see - and hear - him coming from a mile away. Stripes' throat ached, from both his constant coughing and the colossal, cruel farts that stretched it as they rolled down his throat and tainted his lungs. The skunk’s body had all but forgotten oxygen by then, knowing nothing but the malodorous, repugnant fumes that had festered in the dragon’s bowels, with the only purpose of assaulting Stripes' olfactory senses with smells so vile that they could trigger his gag reflex. His body existed as a mere speck within the dragon’s underwear just to sniff farts, and sniff farts is what he did, sobbing inside the pocket of fabric as it baked him with steamy flatus. 

The underwear were sodden with sweat from both the dragon and himself, but naturally the musk that came from Sydney’s muscular, plump ass was almost as nauseating as his farts, soaking into the skunk’s fur and marking him as the dragon’s plaything. Eventually, Sydney came to halt at the borders of the city that had first heard his farts thundering through the sky. He towered above their tallest buildings, grinning smugly as he peered down, noting the homes of several individuals who had teased him about his unfortunate gas problem. Now, the tables had turned and Sydney’s farts were no longer a problem for him, but now a problem for the small, weak denizens that dwelled in the city. His tail swayed, crunching through a few building on the outskirts. One unfortunate fur had been crushed beneath the dragon’s large, scaled feet, his face buried underneath his sole. 

“Look up and observe, little weaklings!” Sydney called out, demanding the city’s attention be fixated upon him. The bipedal dragon dwarfed the feral drakes that often assaulted cities with their fire, so naturally the sight of Sydney was quite the surprise. Even more so considering he wore nothing but underwear, tightly hugging his form and showing off every curve. A few cameras caught glimpses of his ass, so huge it could crush a house, and so plump it could smother several cars all at once. The dragon’s rump was so bubbly and perfect that a few of the kinkier civilians nearly suffered nosebleeds at the sight of a giant ass looming in their sky, a thick musk quickly spreading from it. 

“I am your new God,” his voice boomed, “Worship me, and my farts..” he hissed that last word, a cruel, malevolent smile appearing on his lips. Like Stripes had been initially, everyone was incredibly confused, a few stopping to scratch their heads in confusion amongst the terror and chaos that was unfolding. Perhaps it was a strange dream - the thought crossed a few of their minds. That was, until Sydney slowly turned around and revealed his rear in all its gaseous glory, tail raising high to show off his bulging cheeks. The skunk stuck between them was mostly invisible at that point, trapped so far between the dragon’s thick, muscular buttocks that the outside world was oblivious to him. But Sydney’s ass was like its own separate world; a world of farts.

‘BrrrmmmmmpppppppPPPPPFFFFFFTTTTT!’ 

The city fell quiet as the volume of Sydney’s fart alone set off car alarms, shattered windows and even blew leaves off of trees. The dragon, having prepared himself by letting that fart brew for a minute or two, kept it going for a sustained two whole minutes, the fart never dipping in volume or power. Its vibrations reverberated through the air and even rumbled in people’s chests, as if they were standing right next to a high-powered loudspeaker. The smell travelled through the city like a blanket, seeping through the air and filling people’s lungs. They immediately dropped to the ground and retched, being unprepared for the diabolically foul stench of the fumes that Sydney’s ass had so generously prepared for them. 

“Breathe it in! Your new air supply - relish its stench and enjoy its warmth. You shall all know nothing but farts. You will worship them, crave them as I release them into the air!” Sydney spoke, ass still aimed at the city. He let out another rip-roaring, bombastic fart that blew between buildings like a hurricane, tearing up plants and shaking cars as it reverberated through the air. The smell kept getting worse and worse, even noticeable as the end of the fart turned so sour and rancid that those closest to Sydney fell to the floor and gasped for air as the fumes wisped around above their heads. Stripes, meanwhile, remained at the source of it all. An entire city’s worth of suffering fueled Sydney’s growth to such an extent that the skunk was able to feel those scaley, rumbly cheeks pulse and expand, buttocks getting heavy, bulgier and much more plump as they grew. Syd’s underwear groaned under the pressure he was putting them through, but they held, smushing Stripes' face and smothering him with the fart-tainted fabric.

Sydney’s farts were so powerful that they nearly gave Stripes whiplash, and each one knocked the air out of the skunk, leaving him empty to suck up whatever retched gases followed. He was taking the brunt of the dragon’s farts, suffering the most out of everyone in the city below, and no-one even knew. His existence went unnoticed, his suffering unacknowledged. Even Sydney paid him no mind, carelessly letting farts out onto him so powerful they could uproot trees. His lungs were on fire, his eyes were streaming with tears and his entire body was numb; the skunk broken and suffering at the power of the dragon’s monumental, life-changing ass-blasts. 

The dragon observed as the city broke out into chaos, his farts lingering in the air and causing a miasma of polluting stench that slowly tore the city down. The temperature had been risen by Sydney’s noxious farts so much that it felt like a baking summer’s day, only the city reeked like a manure farm during such weather. Dragon farts were the worst and everyone knew it, but the raw, nose-melting stench that Sydney's guffs had was simply otherworldly. People were dazed, watching in horror as Sydney quickly reached a titanic three-hundred foot in height. With nothing more than a snicker, the dragon planted two hands on each of his mammoth asscheeks, churring to himself at the delightful feel of his bubblebutt, even groping himself a little, much to the disgust of all the onlookers. Sydney adored his new form, and better yet, he adored his farts.

He slowly pulled his cheeks part, stretching his underwear tight and showing off the depth of his crack. Stripes quickly slipped inside, the underwear still fitting nice and snug. He could feel the inner walls of the dragon’s cheeks as he became carelessly wedged into the crevice looming over the city. With a loud, theatric grunt, Sydney’s tail raised into the sky and gave way to a torrent of disgusting, earth-shattering farts;
‘FRRRRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTT! BRRRRLLLLMMMMMMMPPPPFFFFTT! FRRRRRBLBLBLBLBLBLTT!’ 
They sputtered out from his tailhole and rippled into the air, powerful enough to blow clouds out of the sky and replace them with clouds of hot, steaming dragon-flatus. Buildings shattered as their foundations rumbled, succumbing to the might of Sydney’s rancid fumes. Any clean air was immediately snuffed out, replaced only by stinking, toxic air brewed fresh in the bowels of the giant dragon. 

Even the ripples and jiggles travelling through Sydney’s ass managed to cause a fair amount of destruction, those asscheeks thunderclapping together and nearly crushing Stripes between. He survived though, which wasn’t entirely lucky given that he now had to suffer through the aftermath of Sydney’s latest farts, their stench lingering inside his underwear just like they had in the dragon oven. These farts were infinitely worse, being so thick and meaty that the skunk realised he could probably cut through the air with his hand if he tried. The smoggy, stomach-churning flatus was hard to breathe, the trapped skunk having to huff and sniff as hard as he possibly could just to get enough air into his system. Sydney’s mountainous cheeks had swallowed Stripes in his entirely as they came crashing back together, the dragon now sporting a serious wedgie with a skunk stuck in the middle of it. Nothing but ass-meat surrounded the skunk, warming him with its blubbery, chunky mass and keeping the effluvium of raw drake-poots fresh. 

The city, meanwhile, was almost suffering as much as Stripes. Those three tremendous, tempestuous toots had such high volumes of gas that they flooded the entire city. Not a single person wasn’t choking as the obnoxious odor assaulted their nostrils with a taste of dragon-butt. The unprecedented levels of suffering fueled Sydney’s growth to such an extreme degree that he could likely bend down and rip a skyscraper from the ground. The city wasn’t prepared for a macro-attack of this scale, and even if they were, the raw, acrid farts they were all forced to breathe kept them in such a dazed state that they were powerless beyond being able to anything but sniff up more dragon-gas. A city had been brought to its knees by nothing more than just farts, and Sydney relished in the fact of it. 

“That smell, that evil stench filling your noses - you shall know nothing BUT it, my farts will be at the very centre of all your lives!” Sydney’s voice, louder than before, came from above, followed shortly by a rumbly rip that shattered the tarmac roads; ‘FRRRPRRPPPTPTPTPTPTT!’. With Stripes now buried so deep inside the dragon’s bubblebutt, each fart was now near fatal. It gave him whiplash as it thundered against his tiny, insignificant body, Sydney’s ass now the size of several trucks at that point. His bones strained under the force, and his lungs nearly gave way to the volumes of fetid, foul gases filling them up. The dragon’s farts were now so long that by the time the skunk had gotten over the initial shock of the nasty fumes, he’d go through the process of coughing and retching all over again, all whilst that very same fart still rumbled against his face and shook Sydney’s ass. 

“Your new draconic God has gone easy on you..” Sydney’s voice suddenly grumbled out, his tail striking the ground and tearing through an entire street’s worth of houses with ease. “You must learn to know the ass my glorious farts come from. I cannot deprive you all of it any longer!” With that, Sydney’s knees began to bend and his tail whipped up into the air. Without caring for the destruction he’d caused, the five-hundred foot dragon fell backwards, landing with his gargantuan ass crushing several buildings beneath. Along with his growth, Sydney’s scales had hardened, able to easily ignore the piercing chunks of debris that instead just rolled off his skin without harm. Underneath his ass, now able to cover a large chunk of the city, the dragon predicted to have at least one hundred innocent, fart-dazed civilians wedged between his rump and the ground. Despite weighing several hundred tons, Sydney’s fat, pudgy ass was cushiony and malleable enough to allow those trapped to sink into it, rather than become crushed. Stripes, meanwhile, was trapped deeply inside, tucked away safely with absolutely no chance of escape. 

The towering dragon sat there for a few moments, simply moaning in delight as he felt the wiggles and squirms from beneath his cheeks. He snickered whenever he heard some poor victim scream and grinned wickedly when people stopped to stare with fear, Sydney mistaking their looks for admiration of his majesty. Being crushed by a giant dragon had most of Syd’s new victims in a fair amount of pain, so the poor they squirmed and cried out, the bigger the dragon grew. It was a vicious circle that never stopped, Sydney getting taller and taller - and he hadn’t even farted on them yet! His underwear became even tighter, meaning that as his bubbly cheeks throbbed and expanded against those trapped, several of them ended up with mouthfuls of butt-meat or their faces being completely smothered. Sydney just grinned, peering down at his crotch as he noticed a few people had gotten trapped beneath his musky, crushing underwear bulge. 

All of the screams suddenly ceased as a loud, reverberating gurgle came from Sydney’s stomach, the dragon gently patting it as he raised his tail. He stuck his tongue out and grunted, face going goofy as an immense wave of relief came over him, for the fart he released let out a lot of the pressure that was growing inside him, a torrent of bowel-winds thundering out for an entire minute, shattering the concrete underneath him. The revolting, noxious fumes trickled through the air like pollution, immediately granting the victims trapped with something to fill their lungs with, even if it made them nearly pass out. His underwear puffed out and grew stomach-churningly warm against their faces, the smoggy, thick fumes summoned from Sydney’s tailhole assaulting their olfactory senses head on.

‘BbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!’

Once that mammoth fart finally ended, the glorious sounds of suffering filled Sydney’s ears again, the dragon moaning to himself as the vile air wafted up to fill his own nostrils. To spite the civilians suffering under him, he happily sniffed it up, licking his lips at the acrid taste. The building behind Sydney had collapsed, the fumes sputtering out from underneath his tail being so powerful that they shattered its brickwork and blew the roof off. The inhabitants inside had been met with such a disgusting wall of stench that they were the first victims to be claimed by the dragon’s rambunctious poots. They passed out on the floor, drooling as Syd’s flatus festered in their mouths. Stripes was in no better situation, his head spinning and slipping in and out of consciousness. He’d been forced to endure so many farts that he’d lost count. He had no concept of time any more, just the moments where there was gas, and there wasn’t. He didn’t even try to time the dragon’s ass-rips either, for each one exceeded the last and seemed to go on for impossible lengths. 

As his ass grew it managed to engulf more furs, crushing them under its might and even taking a few cars, turning them into mere piles of scrap. The dragon was expanding at such a rate that his ass-blubber oozing out along the roads happened so quickly that many couldn’t even out-run it. They were simply sucked in and immediately doused in fart-stained fabric, the fumes permeating through and into their nostrils, thus fueling Syd’s growth even further for more victims to trap. Much to the amusement of Sydney, one fur was caught between his legs, running as fast as he possibly could as the macro-drake grew behind him, his musky crotch getting closer and closer as it crushed tarmac and concrete with ease. The scent of those giant, musky balls and dragon cock remained constant in his nose, willing him on to run. He was a raccoon, and so his stripes made him noticeable by the dragon. With a snort, Sydney flicked a hand and scooped him up.

He immediately thrust the little raccoon against his crotch, smushing him against what was the head of his gargantuan, looming dragon-meat. Syd shuddered as he felt his little body squirm against it, relaxing to the point where accidentally let loose a few sputtering farts, much to the dismay of those trapped below. The stench wafted up through his legs and around his crotch, filling the raccoon’s nostrils with a direct waft of dragon flatulence for the first time. He immediately passed out, pinned against Sydney’s tower-like shaft. He chuckled, flicking his body away and watching it tumble to the ground. 
“Pathetic..” he mumbled, although so loud half the city could still hear. For the first time since he’d been stuffed back there, Sydney acknowledged Stripes, giving him a little clench to make sure he was still alive. The skunk wiggled like a pinned insect, eliciting a chuckle from Sydney. “Good, you’re still alive. I want you to witness this next fart, skunk..”

‘Frrrrrppptt’

In comparison, Sydney’s fart was tiny, only puffing out for three seconds. Stripes was confused - and relieved! Had the dragon finally run dry? A growl came from above, answering his question. It was like his thoughts had stirred a great beast within Sydney, ready to come out. Up above the dragon was once again being especially forceful, staring at news cameras directly as his face scrunched up and contorted, loud grunts escaping his lips. He had a playful look in his eyes, knowing that each grunt brought terror and escalated the squirming of the tiny people stuck under his bum. His last fart had merely been a tiny fraction that slipped past the floodgates.
“Squirm for me, worms!” he howled, pressing on his stomach to observe how bloated it had gotten already. An entire city’s worth of people gagging on his farts gave him so much gas, his stomach being a literal hellish fart-factory. “Now, I will destroy your city and leave you in its ruin! My farts will be all that remain, and you will cherish them dearly!” Sydney punctuated his point with a final pat to the stomach, his next fart ready. 

He rocked forwards and lifted his ass slightly, giving it some clearance off the ground as he expected it to be explosive. The dragon grunted again, pushing with all his might as his cheeks spread and smushed several people, actually breaking a few bones that time. His tailhole distended and squelched against Stripes, who cowered in fear. It was like being poked with a nuclear warhead - incredibly unnerving, especially when it started to quiver. Suddenly, it froze, and as did Sydney, the dragon tensing up as several bowling balls worth of gas rumbled towards his tailhole all at once. Even if he was trying to hold it in, a burst that big would’ve been impossible to stop. As soon as it started to sputter out of his tailhole it turned destructive, Sydney blowing a hole in the ground underneath him and sending chunks of street flying into the air. It kept on going, almost lifting the dragon off the ground as he broke some serious wind! 

His underwear inflated, the flatus unable to escape faster than it was thundering out. Sydney had a hot-air blimp of farts strapped to his waist, slowly leaking out and defiling the noses of those he’d trapped. The gas burst out the sides of his briefs, the fabric failing to contain the pressure. Fire-hydrants several streets away were blown out of the ground, Sydney’s fart was just that powerful! The sound was deafening, even people on the outskirts of the city had to cover their ears as Sydney’s huge, fat asscheeks rumbled and clapped together. The constant stream of repulsive, meaty dragon flatus made the air around Sydney thick and foggy, literally being hard to see through - that, and they were so potent that they stung the eyes of anyone close.  Buildings around Sydney began to topple, steel beams bending and brick and mortar shattering to dust. From above it was like a nuke had been set off, which was slightly true - the dragon’s farts had reached nuclear levels of power!

He let the dust settle, snickering to himself as he observed the devastation he’d caused. The growth he’d received from that one fart alone was a true testament to how abhorrent it had been. His bowels had churned out something so foul that it forced several hundred people into unconsciousness, mostly consisting of those trapped underneath him. Any people who had survived, ended up trapped underneath rubble as the floor caved in underneath them. Stripes, however, was safely secured inside his pocket still, no chance of him getting away from Sydney’s rumbly butt. The smell lingered in the air - normally when someone farts, the gas disperses as it gets diluted by the rest of the room’s atmosphere. Sydney’s farts were a completely different story. He had let out so much bowel-gas that there wasn’t any normal air left to dilute it. All the city had to breathe was dragon-farts!

“Your city is in ruin, little worms. You have fallen at me feet, broken and distraught!” Sydney yelled out, announcing his victory for all to hear. No-one was in a position to oppose him. “Perhaps you will look upon my scaled brethren with a new sense of respect, perhaps not. It doesn’t matter. You will all follow my command, else I will lay waste to what remains of this wasteland.” he continued, slowly standing up to look over his new empire. Several tiny, unnoticed furs were stuck in the blubber of his ass, some falling loose and falling to the ground below. Those that remained stuck had the misfortune of being tortured with yet another fart, it squeaking out and keeping the rancid, hot gas oozing through the fabric of Syd’s underwear fresh. 

‘Ppprreeerpppptttt!’

“Everyone still able to walk will gather in the Football Stadium, immediately.” the dragon hissed, pointing a clawed finger towards the large arena that still stood in the far corner of the city. “You will all cower in there, ready to worship me.” His voice boomed like thunder, carrying with it the sort of tone that’d be foolish to disobey. The stadium in question was a series of stands built around a large football pitch, appearing like a huge concrete donut. It had an open roof, allowing for sunlight to illuminate the games that were held within. There were only two main entrances, one of which had already collapsed under the might of the roaring farts that assaulted the city. The other remained open, and through it thousands of panicked, choking furs piled inside, taking shelter and quickly filling it up completely. They had no choice but to flood out onto the pitch, trampling the green grass as the panicked crowd pushed and shoved each other. 

Sydney gave them a good thirty minutes to gather inside, occupying himself in the meantime by grabbing random denizens as they rushed past his feet. He’d pull them up to ass, holding them in the palm of his hand and cupping it over his crack. The dragon would wait until he felt them wiggling before mercilessly blasting them with a roaring, explosive burst of flatus. The foul gas would get trapped in the cup of his hand, subjecting them to pure, acrid dragon-farts. Syd held them there for a few moments until the wriggling stopped, before leaving their unconscious bodies on the ground below. Each and every fart was fatal, lasting at least ten seconds and smelling no worse than the poot that had come before it. Most of the city wasn’t aware of the dragon’s hijinks, the terrified furs only able to hear a chorus of farts cracking out from outside the stadium.

‘FRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTT!’ ‘BRRRRMMMPPPFFFTTT!’ 

The dragon’s farts never stopped - the moment he’d finished squeezing out a nasty guff, twice as much gas had already been produced to replace it. Stripes never caught a break, every fart bursting past him with a windy force powerful enough to shatter glass. At that point his fur was dry and reeking, his skin stained with the effluvium of Sydney’s gas. He could no longer cry as the foul air had dried out his eyes, and his throat ached too much to be able to gag. All he was able to do was sob in his head, praying to any God that might be kind enough to free him from the raunchy hell that was the dragon’s underwear. Unfortunately, there was only one God, and Stripes was currently sniffing his farts in all their glory. His prayers were answered with more farts. 

One particular fur unfortunate enough to pass by city met a particularly horrible end. A lone fox had tried to sneak past, but Sydney’s view from above made it hard to go unnoticed. The dragon had scooped him up and carried the vulpine over to his bulging crotch, shown off by the dragon’s tight, musky underwear. He could do nothing but scream as the dragon pulled back the waistband, exposing the long, thick shaft that sat within. Unsurprisingly, Sydney was completely erect, loving the situation in more ways than one. The fox was dangled over the dragon’s throbbing cock, forced to watch as Syd effortlessly grunted and clenched his bowels. A bassy, arid fart rumbled loose from his tailhole, gushing through his underwear like high-pressured water would through a pipe. It burst out the front of his underwear in a thick, foggy cloud, mixing with the sweaty, masculine stench of Syd’s crotch to create a concoction of the most vile smells the fox had ever had the mispleasure of enduring. It had a sharp, tangy smell too it, mixed in with the meaty, decaying stench that Sydney’s bowels produced. It was like the dragon had rubbed his boulderous, scaley orbs over a week-old piece of beef and then rubbed it in the fox’s face. 

‘PRRRRRRRPPRAPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!’

He took one sniff and immediately plunged into a state of unconsciousness, his body horrified and disgusted by the repugnant smell that dwelled inside Syd’s tight underwear. It was, without a doubt, the ‘manliest’ stink he’d ever caught a whiff of. Sydney carelessly tossed the fox aside and pulled his underwear tight again, ensuring Stripes remained wedged between his plush asscheeks. That was all the thought Sydney gave the skunk before promptly making his way over to the packed football stadium. He didn’t pay the buildings crunching under his feet any mind, and he didn’t even break a sweat as he crushed entire cars with his toes. With his body bursting with excitement, the dragon’s tail was swaying rapidly through the air as well, tearing through buildings like they were cotton candy. A rain of dust, ash and concrete chunks rained from the sky, the city falling to pieces in the wake of the dragon.

Meanwhile, in the stadium, entire crowds of people huddled and cowered together, whimpering as the thundering stomps of their tormentor grew ever closer. Groups even began to sing, hoping that the scourge that had befallen their city would leave them be. No such mercy came. Instead, the sound of a cruel, malevolent chuckling filled their ears, coming from above. Sydney had arrived at the stadium and peered within, cyan eyes looking over what he estimated to be thousands of people. 
“Good. You gathered before me. You will be my audience, an audience that will bare witness to me claiming my new throne!” the dragon boomed, licking his lips with delight. He descended, grabbing an entire chunk of building with the utmost ease. Sydney had the sort of power where he could casually wield several tonnes of concrete without problem. All this, from that tiny, amber vial of fluid. 

He smacked the mass in his hand onto the floor outside, directly in front of the only exit the stadium had left. It crumbled and filled the passageway with dust and rock, ensuring no escape could be had.
“You are all trapped inside, completely at my mercy. And now you shall all watch me take my throne.” Sydney slowly turned around, showing off his large, muscular ass one final time. Both his cheeks filled the sky like two giant, underwear-clad moons, being so plump and around that they certainly looked like such. His tail raised high, pulling his undies tight and making the cleft of his round cheeks even more evident. He was so large at that point that his rump blocked out the light from above. Worse yet, as it descended it quickly began to fill the open ceiling of the stadium. Being like a giant donut, to Sydney the arena was like a toilet seat, it fitting around his rump snugly. 

Snickering came from above as Sydney took his ‘throne’, sealing off the stadium with his plush butt completely. Dust shook free from the foundations, and the steel beams within slowly started to creak under his weight. Those trapped within looked up, the collective expressions on their faces making it look like the apocalypse had come. Only a slight amount of light filled the stadium, able to illuminate the dragon’s giant bubblebutt enough that people could see it wobble as Syd shifted around, getting comfortable. There was no escape, thousands of innocent furs were trapped underneath the dragon’s huge, God-like ass. Within minutes a subtle, yet noticeable muskiness filled the air, the reptile’s rump being so sweaty and his underwear so fart-stained that the smell was impossible to ignore. A gurgle came from above, signalling the end for everyone trapped inside.

Stripes had no idea what was happening - all he could see, feel and smell was dragon ass. Yet, the sound of people screaming and begging below him denoted something foul was about to happen. He hadn’t even farted yet and already Sydney was starting to grow, the stadium groaning more as the dragon’s weight expanded. The skunk, wedged as close to Syd’s tailhole has he could possibly be, felt the soft, cushiony cheeks expand around him, their warm, meaty feel smushing him in place and stretching the underwear even further. The fabric had been stretched to such a ridiculous degree that even though they were built to last, the size and magnitude of the dragon’s bum was too much to contain. Stripes could feel the tight, firm fabric creak and stretch against his face, the material doing absolutely nothing to inhibit the smell. 

“Do you hear that, little worms? I have more farts to give, and you shall take them, bask in their warmth. I am your King, and I have taken my throne.” Sydney licked at the air, sampling the flatulence-fueled taint that lingered in the atmosphere around him. He admired the havoc he had caused, his eyes drifting around the city. Entire skyscrapers were now in ruins - buildings that had formerly been a testament and a monument to the city’s power, now naught but rubble. Entire roads had been destroyed and sinkholes littered the concrete jungle. All that destruction had been caused by Sydney and his farts, and the dragon revelled in the fact. More was to be done though, and as he gently patted his bloated, gurgling stomach his attention was drawn back to the screaming hordes he’d trapped beneath his chubby bubblebutt. 

He grunted, and everyone fell silent. They all looked up, waiting for the storm as fear gripped their hearts. All it took was a mere push, and the dragon would have power over them all. He grunted again, listening closely as silence further lingered over his new subordinates. Another grunt came, but that was the last. His buttcheeks parted in the sky as he pushed, separating to allow for the devastating, formidable fart that followed. The rumbly, bassy vibrations of it reverberated through the air and shook the stadium’s foundations. Any clean air left inside was immediately displaced, forced out the cracks and gaps in the building as vile, meaty dragon-flatus took its place. The smell was beyond awful - it was so sharp that it immediately burnt away at the noses of everyone trapped inside, it was so horribly thick and meaty that thousands of furs fell to their knees, gagging and retching as their lungs rejected their new air. Worse yet, Sydney’s fart came in such a volume that it filled the entire stadium, not a single corner free from the repulsive gas, not a single fur escaping the stench. For an entire three minutes Sydney’s bowels subjected everyone to a plethora of vile smells and stomach-churning sounds. The dragon didn’t seem to stop, just sighing with relief as an immense pressure was eased from his bowels.

‘FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!’

Sydney’s asscheeks wobbled and shook together, every sputtery tone his fart had making them jiggle like two giant, looming planets made entire out of jelly. Parts of the stadium shattered, and several stands were blown apart as the tempestuous forces of the flatulent storm easing out from Sydney’s thick ass assaulted the air. It was like one giant dragon oven, the smell trapped and left to brew, it getting worse and worse every second it lingered. Several thousand had fallen unconscious or had met a grizzly end due to the chaos unfolding within. The collective suffering had the dragon growing at an unprecedented rate. His thighs got so meaty and thick that the part of the stadium they were resting on buckled. He was so tall that even when sitting down the dragon loomed well over the height that any of the skyscrapers had managed to reach. Those still able to look watched as the round, pudgy rump in the sky stretched and bulged, filling the stadium rapidly as the chunky mass of Syd’s rear expanded. 

Even the groups of people that hid in closets or cowered in locked bathrooms were subjected to their new overlord’s disgusting farts. His gas rushed through the stadium at such a high pressure that doors were blown off their hinges, followed shortly by a wave of raw, undiluted flatus that had them choking and falling to their knees. 

“I hope you enjoy your new air supply, insignificant insects!” Sydney hissed, so high on his own power that he easily lacked any remorse for the hundreds upon hundreds of people suffering underneath him. He found comfort in their misfortune, along with a great degree of power. His growth was the most he’d ever experienced before. Sydney extended his arms and looked upon them with amazement as his muscles bulged and throbbed, and his skin expanded, arms getting even bigger. A waft of the flatulent bomb he’d just released crept up from between his legs, giving him a taste of the rancid fart he’d just unleashed. He sniffed it in and growled with delight, the toxic smell of it telling him exactly why he’d grown so much. It was awful.

Suddenly, his underwear finally gave way, the seams rapidly coming un-done as the specialised fabric ripped, falling to shreds as the two bulging, monstrous buttocks inside were finally set free. Worse yet, the increase of weight had the concrete arena unable to hold Sydney any more. His own ‘throne’ shattered underneath his might, falling to pieces as he rapidly descended. Now reaching a titanic thousand foot in height, no structure in the world could withstand the dragon and his might. Those on the pitch of the football stadium were immediately met with the scaly, smooth ass of the dragon squishing firmly against their bodies and keeping them pinned. His weight completely crushed several furs, whilst many were left breathless, the wind knocked out of their lungs. They gasped and wheezed, taking in whatever fart-filled air met their nostrils. 

Sydney snickered, shaking his nude, glorious bubblebutt and revelling in the fact that it was completely exposed to the world. He didn’t care what had happened to Stripes, all that mattered was the fact that thousands of people were smushed underneath his huge - albeit undeniably sexy - posterior. The skunk, still reeking of farts and somehow conscious, wasn’t free yet. He’d fallen free from the pocket in Sydney’s underwear, but he’d landed on the pitch with the others who’d been trapped by the dragon. The ripped up scraps of Sydney’s underwear cushioned his form, which was both a blessing and a misfortune. Being so tightly pressed against the masculine drake’s flatulent rear-end meant that the fabric was oozing with farts, and the section that had been wedged up his ass was even slightly stained. Stripes groaned and gagged, immediately rolling onto his back to get his face away from an especially ripe part. 

As he looked up, the sight that greeted him had the skunk wanting to tunnel back into what remained of Sydney’s underwear and cower. Instead, he was met with the eye of the flatulent storm - Sydney’s tailhole. The crumbling, cracked walls of the stadium that still remained pulled the dragon’s plush, rounded buttocks apart, giving full view of his asscrack, which Stripes had landed within. His misfortune continued further, as he’d managed to find himself directly in the center of the meaty, musky trench that was the cleft of Syd’s ass. The skunk’s face pressed up against the soft, squidgy flesh of his pucker, snout sinking into the wrinkles of it. Sydney shuddered, waves of pleasure shooting up his spine as he felt the body of whoever had been unfortunate enough to get pinned beneath his tailhole wriggle against it. 

“Mmmm…~ I hope that’s you, little skunk..” Sydney called out, finally acknowledging his first victim’s presence again. “If it is, then good. You’re back where you belong, sniffing my farts directly. You should see me now! I’ve grown so very big. It’s been a long day, a King needs his rest. I shall sleep atop my throne, and tomorrow we shall see what the new day brings.” he chuckled, shifting around to get himself comfortable. Stripes groaned, his body being squashed by the dragon’s ass once more. “One thing is certain though. Tomorrow, there will be FARTS!” He simply howled with laughter as a final fart thundered out of him, shaking the very earth underneath his monolithic, omnipotent ass. His tailhole distended and pushed against the trapped skunk, subjecting him to a fresh, overwhelming gust of meaty bowel-gas. The crumbled stadium around Sydney was blown apart, several pieces flying free as waves of flatus gushed out from underneath him. The smell was stronger than ever, the dragon’s stomach able to produce smells that could completely annihilate a person’s olfactory sensors with just one sniff.

‘BRRRRRRRRRLLLLRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!’

“Get some rest. I’m not finished with you yet…”