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You saw Young Cricket come home after being at his master’s house for a while. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. You weren’t sure why. He seemed fine earlier. He had his arms around his stomach, whining. He flopped down on the couch without even taking off his shoes, which he almost never did. This made you suspect that something was up about him.You were sitting on the opposite end of the couch, which was curved to look like an L. You decided to walk up to him.“H..ey Crick. What’s wrong?” You asked.“M- my stomach… it’s in so much pain…” He responded.Young Cricket groaned.“You seemed fine earlier. What happened?” You asked. You just happened to see his stomach bulging more than usual. He was clearly bloated.“I… I had dinner at my master’s house, but when I went on the road, I was still hungry, so I stopped at this run-down looking gas station to look for something to eat. I found this giant burrito there, so I bought it and ate it in my car. I… started driving, and a few minutes later, my stomach started cramping. I thought it was just normal burrito gas, so I tried pushing to get it out, but it didn’t wanna come out. Y/N, it was horrible!”“My poor, poor man…” You cooed.Young Cricket continued his story.“My stomach was hurting more and more as more and more gas formed in there when I drove. Th… is pain… it’s too much…”You saw him closing his eyes with his hands on his stomach. Then, you saw… a tear slide down the left side of his face. You never saw him cry. He must be in unexplainable pain.“Do you mind if I unbutton your jacket?”“Sure…”Unbuttoning his jacket, you heard a sigh, but you also saw the state of his stomach. It was absolutely bloated, as if someone had inflated him with an air pump. Fitting, because he was most likely filled to the brim with gas.“Did you go poop today?” You asked.“I already went this morning.” He responded.You put an ear up to his stomach. He winced with pain, but you heard his stomach absolutely growling. *grrrrrrrrg*
*ggrrOOOOAAAAAANNNN**BLBLBLBLBLBLGGRRRRRR* “H- ey.. don’t press on my tummy that hard, Y/N.” Young Cricket protested.“Don’t worry, my guy. I’m just listening to it.” “Mind if I massage it?”“You can try…” The moment you put your hands on his stomach, he let out a small burp.
urr…
He blushed.“Heh, ‘scuse me, Y/N.”Despite Young Cricket being more keen to fart around you, he still has that gut instinct of feeling embarrassed. “Don’t worry, Crik. You’ll feel better in no time.” You reply. You pressed a little bit harder on his tummy right before the actual massaging began as a bit of a warm-up, and you heard just a tiny puff of gas escape from Young Cricket’s rear end. Both he and you know that these tiny releases were only just a beginning; a calm before the storm, or, literally, the eruption.Without hesitation, you begin to move your thumbs downwards. You hear his tummy making small ‘popping’ noises, like if bubbles were being formed in it. It’s happening. Mount Cricket is erupting. It started with a droning, low-pitched fart that sounded somewhat muffled due to the couch.
pprrrruuurrrrrrruuuuurrrrrrrrrrrpp~
Now, you always knew that his gas was really, really stinky, but the living room now smelled like rotten Surstromming. Even though the stench hit your nose, you didn’t plug it. You were strangely… used to his gas, even though it was bad.It wasn’t that long until that same smell hit his own nose, plugging it.“Sorry, Y/N. That one really stunk.” Young Cricket reacted.“At least you’re feeling a bit better.” You reply.You continued to massage his tummy the same way that you’ve been doing, when yet another fart seeped out of his butt.
ppprrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuurrrrrrrrrprprprprprprprprprprprprprprrrrrfff
It sounded like a high-pitched squeak at first, but later turned into a rumble. It was a few seconds longer, too.The eggy, rotten smell had gotten stronger, but it wasn’t just fart gas that was coming out tonight.
bbrruurrrrUUUUUURRRRPP
Even though your thumbs were moving downward, an upward-moving burp exploded out of his mouth. “Try to… get all of these burps out of me.” Young Cricket requested. He must have had a lot of burp gas bubbles in him.You moved your hands in two separate circles, focusing on his upper stomach. You heard more bubbling, and then…
UUUURRRRRRPP
BBBBBOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP
BBBBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP
UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRRUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPP!
That last burp was powerful enough to shrink his belly a little bit. Judging by his tummy, you’d think that his burps would smell like pure sulfur, but they instead smelled like refried beans.“Urgh… Y/N, it still feels like I have more gas in me. Do you mind if I stink it up in here?” Young Cricket asked. You knew exactly what he meant. He had even more stinky fart gas to release.“Of course. I mean, I’m trying to make you feel better, after all.” You reply.Using your exact same hand movements (but pressing a bit harder), you now massage the lower part of his stomach, bracing yourself for his gas. *grrrglglglglgl* Oh no. You could hear his intestines bubbling audibly. *blub**blub**blub* Bubbles of gas were now audibly forming. It sounds like he could erupt at any momen-
pprrrrrrr
RRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBT
What started off as a mild rumble turned into an avalanche. You expected more powerful, stinky nukes to come out of him. And, well, they did.
BBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUURRRAAAAAAAPPPPP
PPPPPPUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBTTTT
PPPRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPAAPPAAPAAPPAAPPRRRRRFFTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMFFFHHH!!
His gas was powerful, and the eggy smell in the room got stronger, but he still wasn’t done.
PPPPRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBTT!
FFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPFFFFFFFTT
Young Cricket’s tummy growled once more, fiercer this time. You KNEW that this next fart would be the one-all end-all. After all of the massaging and tummy pressing, this one was it. “Y/N, I think I have... urg… one more comi-”
BBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
And with that, an absolute earthquake rocketed out of him. The living room had an even stronger eggy smell, with every corner filled with it.“Oh man… I.. I think that’s all of it.” Young Cricket seemed exhausted from all of the stinky gas that came out of him. “Th- thank you, Y/N. I didn’t think I would survive much longer without that massage.” He was once again hit by his own gas smell. His nose stopped being plugged long ago, but he plugged it again. “I think… that’s the last time that I’ll ever eat gas station food ever again.” He said. "I hope you found my assistance… useful" You replied. You had a tolerance for his stinky gas, but you knew that it would take hours for that eggy smell to leave the living room, and you would eventually get sick of it. Hopefully it doesn’t bother your sleep tonight.