Flatulate

The smell.

Dear god, the smell still lingers to this day--

I've tried scrubbing it out of my plain white fur so many times. So much so I got mange for a couple weeks, and was practically a prisoner-- again. My fur even took on a brownish tint after the incident.

He did this to me. I say 'prisoner again' so casually. I was held captive and I was violated in a way that is hard to get off of your mind, I'm sure the very thought would even embarrass a five year old.
     Still, to this day I continue to scrub. I use so much shampoo, through all of my fur, I practically drink the stuff every time I step in to wash up, but still the smell lingers with me everywhere I go. Not enough to alert someone standing next to me, unless they were sticking their nose directly into my pits, I'm sure they would smell it as strongly as I do. But even so, I'll catch a whiff of myself standing in line at the store, or while I'm driving in my car, or while I'm laying in bed at night, I can even smell the horrible stench that stays with me everywhere and for always it seems.
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Wake up, dude. 

Hey  man, get up, I didn't give you that much--

I blearily came to.
The room was lit with what seemed at first like medical lighting. I wondered if I had been in an accident.
Why was I at the hospital? Did I get in a car crash? Did I collapse? Whatever happened, I was waking up and I was feeling really very fucking sick to my stomach.
The first thing that tipped me off that I wasn't at the hospital was the smell. My sensitive canine nose was assaulted with an array of fecal smells to rival some of the most disgusting public restrooms that he had ever had the displeasure of needing to use.
My mind drifted back to my car. I felt hot but comfortable, like riding down the highway with the windows down in Summer. Living in the south offered a lot of opportunity to feel the wind in my fur, especially driving an older car with no air conditioning.
The smell was still awful.
I coughed and gagged as I was suddenly slapped around my muzzle several times. The hollow thunk of paw pads against my muzzle, my jaw dangled for a bit before my vision came into focus.

"I most certainly did not give you enough of those dreadful things to kill him, fucking fuck yes yes!"
"The fuck did you just say to me?" I replied, my ears began to burn.
"Shit! You're awake!" he said, the rodent-like shadow figure in front of me moved out of my line of sight. As I turned to look at the little fucker, I realized that I had limited movement. Both of my front paws firmly affixed, crossed in front of me, my head in a vice-like leather collar, my legs spread out and placed up into some makeshift wire and bed-rail stirrup contraption that suspended my bare ass above an open trench grate. I was held to a tilted leather table with thick unyielding plastic medical fixtures that rubbed into my fur and cut into my flesh as I began to struggle against it. I didn't realize what an awkward position I was in as I began to thrash in place violently, but completely unable to wrench myself free of the device, I let out a defeated scream and slew of swear words as I went limp, exhausted.
"Are you quite finished?" The mousy voice from just behind my ear whispered almost maniacally. I flicked my ears and bore my teeth, even letting out a little feral growl,

 how rude of me.

I let out even more dejected sighs and cuss words as the mousy voice continued indistinctly. I could only focus on the feeling that I was being slowly rotated backwards, a mechanical whirring droning out the rodent-voiced figure for a while before the entire room was suddenly silent.
When I opened my eyes the entire fucking room was upside down. It wasn't up until this point that I began to feel the blood rushing to my head and a claw-like paw resting on the front of my crotch. I wasn't wearing any pants, I realized and I tried to kick, but to no avail, I felt a skinny finger begin to sink itself dryly under my tail and I immediately tensed up and tried to move my tail into the way, which oddly enough was even held back by the end of it's long untrimmed winter coat.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck, whatever you're doing, get me out of this thing right fucking now," I demanded in a low growl.
"This is what you get," The shrill voice said coldly as I felt a pawfinger pressing precariously against my prostate gland, naturally a wet spot must have appeared in my underwear, how could one not have?
"Oh, but he likes it so much, it's almost a shame"
"Fuck this shit, what are you doing to me?"
I received a cold mechanical device pressed against my asshole in reply.
I immediately puckered from the icy metal against my now bare flesh, it seemed to press into my anus effortlessly, as I felt it's long probe snaking into my gut.
This felt so fucking weird. I had no choice but to succumb to whatever strange alien experimentation this mysterious person began to subject me to, I was exhausted already and beginning to breathe hard, every muscle in my body seemed to begin to ache and shoot pain through my nerves even as I clenched slightly, forcing me to go completely limp.
The last time I felt like this was when I was at school running track. The heat index that day caused me to collapse in a pile of sweaty dog on the abrasive track and bust my chin open. I felt like I had died, but the release of unconsciousness was all too welcoming to not even have to be there for any of it at all.

The next thing I saw was the short tiny nose of a mouse up between my legs as I was barely able to bend my neck to see who was between my legs shoving random objects into my ass. His tiny round rodent ears, and skinny arms gave him away as my previous college roommate, Chad.
"The fuck man?" I managed to utter quite exhausted.
"For everything you put me through during school? And now you're going on to enjoy your wonderful life that you HATE for some reason, I suppose I have use for you after all" the high-pitched shaky voice hissed hatefully.
Without a moment to explain, the device pressed against my ass began to come to life and seemed to surge inside of my lower intestine.
"Are you TRYING to rip out my insides!? Why don't you just kill me!?" I cried in stark terror, unsure of what was going on, too exhausted to even struggle.
"No, but something much-- funnier," Chad coughed heartlessly.
The first thing I noticed was the increasing pressure inside felt like I was experiencing the worst type of gas anybody could experience. I felt my insides begin to fill and stretch with gas, as if I had severe indigestion.
I began to get nauseous. The blood still rushing to my head, I began to realize what the smell was, and what the gas was, and what was going on.

"Chad-- is this about-- farting on you all those years ago?"
"FUCK YOU," he cried as my side was suddenly warmed and dampened with what I soon realized to be Chad urinating on my side in utter dejection. "I told you I would get you back, and HERE is what I've decided to do!"
"Did you make any plans on--urf-- getting away with this!?" I yelled as I felt my stomach turn-- the gas had found it's way back up through my tracts as he continued to pump my ass full of gas with his strange metal contraption. I couldn't simply push it out, as it was mechanically fixed in place, attached to some tanks laying on the floor next to my contraption. I suddenly let out a loud belch as the gas snaked up my esophagus and up into my throat. The smell I had unleashed-- what I tasted in my mouth-- and caused my eyes to water.

"You're filling me up with farts? You fucking freak, you're filling me up with compressed farts!"
I suddenly felt the gas begin to escape into my body. He wasn't just filling my guts and my ass with the gas anymore. Chad was way more clever than that, developing a way to compress his own horrible rancid flatulence into containers, he had found a way for it to seep through my membranes. I felt the gas coursing under my skin, and into my limbs.
Bound in front of my muzzle, I watched in terror as my paws began to blow up like balloons, pockets of gas filling my paws and arms up with nothing but pure smelly gas, and the smell permeating through my pawpads, bound right in front of my muzzle--

was rancid.

I felt my body, bound in place, balloon up slowly, my stomach to my limbs, slowly pressurizing and my fur standing on end as my flesh rises and begins to fill with fresh compressed rodent farts. I felt like the mascot for a local tire company, all round and puffed out and becoming absolutely round, the smell permeating through every pore of my body, escaping my maw, and filling every breath I took. I felt the device slowly begin to slip away from my behind, and come loose as I realized I was filling and pressurizing against my restraints, and they were beginning to slip off of my wrists and cuffs as my slowly engorging body pushed them away from my paws, but I still remained there almost completely immobilized by the rising pressure inside of me, and the smell paralyzing me.
I realized as I began to inflate and destroy my bindings I could see Chad in the corner pawing at himself madly watching my body becoming even more round and grotesquely and disgustingly full of his rancid gasses that he was still pumping into me.
I felt his warm load land on my tightly-inflated belly as I began to fill the disgusting room around me, and his high-pitched squeals he let out as he watched me grow huge and grossly too full of farts.

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Don't ask me how I was able to get out of the basement bathroom of the abandoned science hall on my college campus, but I waited for a long time. Chad left me there to slowly deflate and go back to normal before I saw the light of day, he was gone, and I was never to see him again.
The only thing he left behind was a memory of a horrible night that I so wish to forget.
But the smell-- keeps following me everywhere.
It stays with me--

always.