Love Makes U Slobby

by MammothMutt

a man who gets the chance to meet Pepe le Pew in person. He also gets to eat dinner with the skunk, and the man slyly poisons his drink with a potion that'll make him gain weight and turn into a slob...

Love Makes You Slobby (Part 1)

The young man couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen this mansion before as he walked down the street late at night, but he had never dreamed of actually being able to go inside this place. The man stared at the chandelier that was suspended from the ceiling, shining brightly on all the furniture below. Every floor in the building seemed to be covered with lush carpeting, and Vaughn didn't see a single wall that didn't have at least one painting or picture of the mansion's owner on it. The owner watched as the young man marveled at the beauty of the mansion before he laughed in his trademark voice.

"I see you are enjoying ze view, yes?"

Vaughn smiled and laughed to himself. "It's beautiful…I had no idea your mansion would be this shiny or clean, Pepe."

"Or sweet-smelling?" added the skunk.

Vaughn looked at the skunk's sly smile and snickered. "Yeah, that too."

The skunk just laughed and turned around, leading the young man towards the dining room. "I'm sure zhat will all change once we finish eating dinner."

Vaughn watched as Pepe stopped walking and grinned, wagging his tail and shaking his fat rump in front of the man. "If you know what I'm referring to!"

"I sure do."

The man continued to follow Pepe le Pew until they finally reached the dining room. Much to Vaughn's surprise, most of the food had already been prepared and was sitting on the main table steaming. Like the rest of the rooms, the dining room had a few pictures of the sexy French skunk (Vaughn even noticed a painting of the skunk bending over and showing off his ass, and another one of him modeling underwear). Vaughn stepped in front of the table covered with a smorgasbord before he took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair he was about to sit in. The man glanced all around the table, trying to see which dish would be the right choice for him to spike with the potion sitting in his pants pocket. Pepe just assumed that the human was surprised at all the food sitting in front of him and was busy staring at it all with shock. Pepe sat down across the table from Vaughn and laughed again as he picked up a knife and fork.

"Well, don't just stand zhere gawking at all ze delicious food! Eat!"

Vaughn had to admit, even though his main purpose for visiting the smelly skunk's mansion was to spike the food with the potion, he was still hungry. After listening to his stomach grumble, Vaughn sat down across from Pepe and picked up his knife and fork too—both of which looked very expensive. As Pepe began to dig into the rotisserie chicken, Vaughn leaned forward and started to cut off a large slice of ham. He sat it down on his plate before reaching over and scooping out a large spoonful of macaroni and cheese. Vaughn was so hungry that he already started stabbing at the macaroni, stuffing the cheesy nourishment down his throat. The man started to chew before he suddenly remembered that he needed to spike Pepe's food, or his drink. Vaughn swallowed the macaroni and cheese before he looked down at his brown sweater and jeans. He began to wonder if this would really be worth it. The man wasn't muscular or a sex god, but he was actually quite good looking, despite being sinewy. The same went for Pepe too; the skunk had an attractive body, a fat rump he didn't mind showing off, and a mouth-watering stench that could instantly give Vaughn a hard-on if the room was filled with it. However, when Vaughn thought about all the dirty and much more sexual things he could experience after taking the potion, his mind was made up. Vaughn dug his hand into his left pocket and fished out the tiny green vial of fluids, grinning to himself.

The man put the potion back into his pocket and glanced across the table, noticing Pepe was eating very fast without being a complete slob. Vaughn hadn't heard the skunk burp or fart even once, and there wasn't a crumb of food on his face or the floor. Pepe began to slice off another juicy chunk of rotisserie chicken when Vaughn leaned over and grabbed one of the forks he wasn't using. He slowly lowered his right hand underneath the fresh and clean white table cloth and flicked the fork across the floor, hoping that the fork would clatter against Pepe's chair. It did.

"I think you dropped something."

Pepe, with his cheeks full, glanced at the fork in his left hand and the knife in his right. He swallowed hard before glancing over at Vaughn.

"I did?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear that noise?"

Pepe put his utensils down and slowly bent over to look around the floor. Hoping Pepe wouldn't sit back up, Vaughn hurriedly took the vial out his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and leaned over on the table. Thankfully, Vaughn and Pepe were drinking out of chalices made of silver, so Pepe wouldn't suspect a thing unless he looked directly into his cup. Vaughn quickly poured the green fluids into Pepe's chalice until only half of the potion was left.

"Huh…how'd zhat get down zhere?"

Vaughn could see that Pepe was about to sit back up. The man hastily dumped the rest of the fluids into his own silver chalice and shoved the empty vial into his pocket. Pepe le Pew sat back up, scratching his white hair in confusion.

"Coulda sworn I was holding my fork."

Pepe shrugged and put the fork back down on the table, disregarding the odd event. Vaughn glanced down into his chalice and tried not to grin. Lucky for him, the vial he acquired had a citrus flavor to it, so hopefully it would mix well with the wine both of them were drinking.

"Uh, before we continue eating, how's about we make a toast? I really would like to sample this fine wine you have here," offered Vaughn.

The striped skunk smiled. "But of course!"

Pepe and Vaughn lifted their silver chalices and stood up, preparing to make a toast.

"To uh…to life! Let us hope it is filled with much love and devotion." And gritty sex, said Vaughn inwardly.

Pepe laughed and smiled widely. "I'll drink to zhat!"

The two creatures tapped their chalices together, creating a faint metallic clink, and quaffed all the wine. Both of their eyes grew wide as the delicious wine and the strong potion began to slither down their throats, driving their taste buds wild. The human and skunk gulped loudly after consuming the wine and put their chalices down, smacking their lips. Vaughn could already tell that the potion was beginning to affect his body the second the fluids entered his stomach. He breathed heavily and sat down, staring at all the food on the table. His mouth watered as he sniffed all the scrumptious food and he slowly leaned forward and dumped more macaroni and cheese onto his dinner plate. Pepe le Pew didn't even try to hide his hunger. He picked up some of the chicken with his bare hands and began to noisily rip the meat apart with his teeth. Vaughn meanwhile took giant forkfuls of macaroni and cheese and stuffed them into his mouth, not bothering to chew thoroughly or swallow all the food. Pepe ripped off a leg from one of the nearby whole chickens and started to rip it apart, smacking as he devoured more food. Vaughn leaned forward and sliced off more ham, but instead of putting it on his plate, he just shoveled the whole slice into his mouth.

The dinner continued in the same fashion, with both members eating sloppily and making a huge mess. Their bellies slowly began to bulge as the food entered their stomachs; neither of them seemed to notice or care. They were far too busy trying to get as much food into them as they could. Pepe repeatedly asked for his servants to refill their chalices, which they did without question (although some were taken aback by Pepe's sloppy manners). Vaughn put down the dinner roll he was eating and quickly scarfed down the entire chalice of wine, longing for more. Pepe did the same before throwing himself on the table and stuffing his face into a pot of beans. Vaughn took the fancy container holding all the gravy and started to drink right out of it, gulping repeatedly as the brown slop raced down his face and got all over his sweater. The man put the container down before shaking his head and belching out loud. He could feel the food sitting in his stomach now, but he still kept on eating. The man threw himself onto the table too and ravenously began to tear anything that was still left apart. Caviar, biscuits, coleslaw, lamb chops—all of it went down Vaughn or Pepe's throats.

By the time they finally finished, both of them were lying on their backs on the table. Their plump bellies gurgled loudly; Pepe could've sworn he actually saw his jiggle a little. Both of them groaned before they finally rolled off the table lazily. Vaughn landed on the floor with a hard thud, but Pepe managed to land on his feet. The man got off the floor and sat back down in his chair, breathing heavily as his fat gut churned. Pepe sat across from him, slouching in his chair as he rubbed his tummy and picked food out from between his teeth. The entire room was a mess. Bits of food were scattered everywhere, their faces were covered with slop, and the fine carpet had been stained with either wine or gravy. Pepe knew it'd take a while before this disaster was cleaned up. Still slouching in his chair, Vaughn exhaled and patted his giant gut.

"Whew! You sure know how to make a meal Pepe. All that—"

Vaughn was about to finish when a burp slipped out of his mouth. He exhaled afterwards and giggled coyly.

"Oh, hehe, excuse me!"

The man barely finished apologizing before his ass acted up as well. Vaughn slowly sat up in his seat, only for a long, squeaky fart to slip out of his asshole. The man started to blush; there was no way Pepe couldn't have heard that. Pepe smiled and laughed to himself as he watched Vaughn quickly fan a hand behind his ass, trying to get rid of the smell.

"Relax! Zhere is no shame in bein' a bit windy from behind. It's known as a compliment in some places, oui?"

"Uh…"

Luckily, Pepe was gassy himself. But unlike Vaughn, the skunk wasn't afraid to show it. He nonchalantly leaned over in his chair and blasted a huge fart from his rear end. The loud, trumpeting sound echoed around the entire dining room. After the foul gas exited his behind, Pepe laughed heartily and plugged his nose. Even Vaughn could smell the rotten flatulence, and he was compelled to cover his nose too.

"You see? Nothing wrong with breaking ze wind every now and zen!"

Feeling more comfortable, Vaughn grunted as he blew a monstrous fart into his chair. The chair muffled the sound of his gas, but both of them knew it sounded quite nasty and bubbly. It lasted for quite some time, and the stench of rotten eggs nearly overpowered the delicious scent of all the food that had filled the room. But instead of plugging their noses, both occupants flared their nostrils and sniffed deeply. Then they smiled and sighed with joy, loving the rank scent that just penetrated their noses. Pepe opened his mouth and burped as loudly as Vaughn did, the gas bursting from his mouth with no warning whatsoever. Vaughn countered the skunk's belch by leaning over and releasing a long, but not-so-voluminous fart in his chair. The skunk couldn't explain what was happening to him. He had always belched or passed gas after dinner, but it had never gotten this bad before. Pepe assumed it was all the beans he ate and merely continued. Making two fists, the skunk let out two short farts, before gritting his teeth and squeezing out a very long, high-pitched gas bubble that echoed throughout the dining room again. Vaughn snickered before he felt more gas coming up his throat. He lowered his jaw and released a large burp before exhaling and rubbing his gut. Pepe was still going though, determined to get all the flatulence out of his system.

As Pepe farted, the human looked down at his distended stomach and began to fondle with his pants zipper, the man unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, giving his belly more room to expand. It wasn't until the man felt a sudden stiffness in his groin that he realized he had a boner. Vaughn stuck a hand down his trousers and groped his erection. He wasn't too surprised, given that the potion was designed to make the two people who drink it fall in love with each other. As Vaughn belched again, he looked up ahead and saw Pepe leaning over in his chair and passing more gas. But after he did, he snickered and flashed a leering grin over at Vaughn. The man blushed, wondering if the potion had already affected him too. The man was about to say something when the striped skunk jumped on the table and showed off his sexy body to Vaughn. He had a lengthy erection too, and the gas inside the room only made Vaughn harder. The human moaned quietly before he started to rub his dick, waiting to see how long it would be before the skunk was inside him. Before the skunk could proceed to fuck Vaughn, Pepe turned around with his tail raised and wiggled his fat rump. He smacked his bottom before releasing a gargantuan fart in the man's face. He could feel the warm gas blowing against his face and listened to the deep sputtering. The nasty odor of skunk musk and sulfur filled the man's nostrils, causing him to moan again.

Suddenly, Pepe jumped off the table and disappeared. Vaughn stroked his boner a few times, waiting for Pepe to pop back up, but he didn't hear a sound. The man blinked and stopped stroking his shaft as he stood up and glanced over to where the French skunk was sitting.

"Uh, Pepe?"

There was still no response. Vaughn sat back down, confused. But then he heard something ruffling underneath the table, and Pepe abruptly appeared on all fours in front of Vaughn. The man yelped when the skunk rushed over and grabbed Vaughn's crotch, grinning devilishly.

"I think it's time we get zese pants off. Shall we?"

Pepe didn't wait for an answer. He started to pull down the man's trousers. Vaughn squirmed in his seat, shocked that the skunk was being so perverted in such a short time. The skunk pulled Vaughn's cock out of his pants and stared at the circumcised member, licking his lips and watching as a small amount of precum appeared. Pepe leaned forward and inserted the man's dick into his mouth, moaning as he began to suck on the human's meaty sex organ. But that wasn't enough. Pepe moved his head up and down before releasing the cock and pulling Vaughn's trousers down again. Squirming in the chair and trying to get more comfortable, Vaughn wound up jerking himself over, causing the chair to topple. Both of them fell to the floor and grunted, but that didn't kill their libido. Vaughn rolled over, showing off part of his ass to Pepe. Just as the skunk pulled down Vaughn's boxers and pants, the man stuck his ass out and blew a raunchy fart in the smelly animal's face. Pepe sniffed the flatulence deeply, the rotten odor surprisingly reminding him of stinky cheese. Vaughn didn't bother moving. He remained on the floor, his ass stuck high into the air, and waited for Pepe to get started. The skunk stood up and belched proudly before looking down at his thick member and stroking it. The skunk snickered evilly before he got on top of the man, his cock pressed against Vaughn's buttocks, and slid it in-between the ass cheeks.

Vaughn let out a surprised yelp at first, panting and moaning as he felt the skunk's dick penetrate his asshole. The man let out a sustained sputtering fart all over Pepe's cock, but there was no need for Vaughn to apologize. Pepe could feel the warm gas blowing around his penis and merely growled, his cock throbbing inside the human's ass. The French animal started to thrust deep and fast. The skunk was so horny he only cared about fucking the closest living thing he could find and shooting his load quickly. Vaughn began to moan as the skunk thrust his cock back and forth, the thick shaft sliding through his rectum with lightning speed. Some precum was already coming from Pepe's cock. Vaughn could feel his own cock squeezing out some precum, even though it was pinned between the floor and his body. Pepe thrust deep three times before he stopped and sighed heavily. Leaning over, he whispered something into the man's ear, shortly before a deafening burp nearly made Vaughn jump with surprise. After whispering the perverted statements to Vaughn, the skunk growled levelly and resumed fucking his smooth ass with no chances of stopping.

To make things better for the couple, Pepe was still gassy. The skunk could feel a nasty fart ready to burst from his tailhole and started to let it out. After realizing how soft it was, Pepe stopped thrusting entirely and remained still, his cock deep in Vaughn's anus. Suddenly, the smelly skunk lifted his tail and let out a monstrous fart, one that echoed around the entire dining room and smelled horrible. The human being and skunk just basked in the wretched stink and flared their nostrils, sighing heavenly as the smell heightened their libido. Pepe jammed his entire shaft deep into Vaughn's ass, causing him to shout. Vaughn could already feel his cock having several spasms beneath him; he felt like he was about to cum. In fact, once Pepe let out another deep-toned burst of gas, he could feel the ejaculate rushing through his shaft. Gritting his teeth, Vaughn inhaled sharply before spraying his load all over the carpet. He couldn't tell how much jizz came out; it merely felt like he had begun to piss all over the floor. The creamy puddle began to spread, wetting the man's groin, thighs and waist with the sticky fluids. But Pepe wasn't far behind. Moments after Vaughn came and started to catch his breath, the skunk started to penetrate Vaughn with quick, hard thrusts. Moaning deeply, the malodorous animal fucked Vaughn's asshole until the man let out a muffled, sputtering fart.

That did it. Just moments after feeling the hot gases, the skunk shouted and shoved his entire cock all the way in, releasing his load. Vaughn gasped quietly as he felt the semen filling up his anus, the gooey fluids swirling around in his rectum. Pepe exhaled slowly as his dick throbbed multiple times, and nearly a dozen streams of cum were squirted out of his juicy member. Both of them finished cumming and remained in place, breathing heavily as they stewed in their own odors. Eventually, Pepe pulled out, and his cock flopped in-between his legs, soaked in cum. Vaughn grunted and farted again; this time it was wet. Pepe's load flew out, the semen splattering all over the skunk's feet or the floor. Vaughn exhaled with relief while Pepe just stared at the semen dripping from Vaughn's smooth ass. The human slowly got to his feet, ignoring the giant puddle of jizz that was spread all around his groin, and pulled his trousers back up. He turned and leaned against the table before looking down at Pepe.

"WHEW! …Sure made a mess, didn't we?" he finally said.

Pepe smiled. "It's nothing. I can have all zhat cleaned up in no time!"

Vaughn exhaled. "That's good. Thanks for letting me visit your mansion. I know you usually don't do this a lot—"

"You mean fucking my guests?"

Vaughn snickered. "That too, but I was gonna say letting your fans visit."

"Been a while since I've had one of you humans come by. After what just happened, I'm actually glad you did!"

Vaughn pressed his left hand against his pocket and felt the empty vial sitting inside. He grinned. "So am I."

Shortly after Vaughn left, Pepe headed into his room and began to pose in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. Much to his surprise, his belly was still distended, although Pepe still looked as sexy as ever. The skunk flexed a couple of times, despite knowing his muscles weren't as hard as a rock. Pepe just loved to stare at himself, knowing no other skunk in the world could be as sexy as he was. Still, he was beginning to wonder why his gut was so huge. He knew he ate a lot of food at dinner, but now it seemed like he was bloated. Pepe assumed he was, especially when he flexed and inadvertently wound up farting deeply. The skunk listened to the rough trumpeting and curiously turned around. He barely even felt the fart in his bowels before it erupted from his anus. Nevertheless, Pepe didn't seem to mind. As he continued to flex, Pepe turned around and showed off his underwear-clad rump. Pepe let a leering smile spread across his face as he shook his rump and tail in front of the mirror. Just as the skunk bent over, his lifted his tail and released a violent fart for several seconds.

Pepe groaned and waved a hand in front of his nose, surprised at how foul his flatulence smelled. Not only did it reek of sulfur and what he ate for dinner, but it smelled like the skunk just shat himself. He checked his underwear just to make sure he didn't and sighed with relief. But Pepe didn't continue flexing. He let out three short farts that sounded like bubble wrap popping before the skunk looked down at his distended gut and patted it a few times. The smelly animal stared at the pudge when it growled menacingly for a very long time. Pepe felt more pressure in his anus, and casually leaned over so he could blow out a massive fart. The skunk's tailhole vibrated as the funky gas filled the room, enhancing the stench even more. Pepe just sighed happily and smiled, already used to the foul odors. He breathed deeply, cherishing the wonderful odor of hydrogen-sulfide, and promptly let out a warm and short trumpeting fart. He plugged his nose, detecting the faint odor of hot shit again, and began to wonder if he should stop before he messed himself. But it wasn't the rear end of the underwear Pepe needed to be concerned with.

Just as Pepe was about to fart again, he felt his crotch grow very warm. After Pepe heard an odd squish and hiss, he looked down and noticed that his briefs were becoming darker. A very large stain was spreading all over them, and the fluids were spreading around his thighs. Pepe yelped and grabbed his crotch with both hands in a futile effort to stop himself from peeing. He could feel the warm piss running down his legs and hands; it was pointless. The skunk shook a little as he held in some urine, but after a few seconds, he just let go and flooded his briefs. Pepe le Pew removed his hands and listened as the musky urine splattered onto the floor. He was peeing so hard that it looked like he was peeing directly on the floor. The briefs didn't help at all; the golden stream of musky waste bled through the material as though it were a strainer. Pepe could only watched as the piss splashed all over the floor heavily, creating a massive puddle in-between his legs. The yellow fluids began to spread all around the floor, eventually reaching the skunk's feet. He backed away slowly, causing another trail of urine to follow him and stain the floor. Thankfully, with how hard the skunk was pissing, most of the urine was out of his system in a little under twenty seconds. But he still urinated for quite a while, and the piss-drenched briefs and giant yellow puddle made it quite obvious.

"Merde…" he swore deeply.

The skunk sighed heavily and headed over to go put on a fresh pair of briefs. It wasn't until he took off the underwear that he noticed he had an erection. Pepe's eyes grew wide. Was it possible that the skunk actually enjoyed wetting himself now?

Vaughn was already prepared. He knew what the potion would do, and welcomed the slobby effects with open arms. After going home, Vaughn went to bed wearing nothing but his underwear, and wound up stinking up his bedroom with all his raunchy farts. When he woke up the next morning, the man wasn't surprised when he noticed that his belly hadn't gone down, nor was he surprised that there was a large and damp stain around his crotch. Vaughn had wet the bed overnight; the sight of the stain merely made him smile proudly. The man slowly rose from his mattress, going about his day like he usually did. But he didn't seem too keen on hygiene. For some reason, every instinct in Vaughn's body was telling him not to shower or brush his teeth, and he didn't. In fact, he spent most of the day lazing around his house eating junk food and watching television. The next day, Vaughn weighed himself in the morning and noticed that he already gained over ten pounds. The chubby man patted his large gut before stepping off the scale and chuckling. His hunger rising again, Vaughn decided to head over to a nearby Taco Bell in the afternoon.

The man's slobby effects clearly began to show later that day when he was busy eating in his house. Wearing nothing but his red-and-white-striped boxers and a T-shirt, Vaughn sat down at his dining table noisily crunching on several Dorito tacos he purchased. The chubby man was eating and smacking with much commotion as slobber rolled down his chin. Bits of the nacho-cheese shell and some lettuce and cheese fell on the floor, but Vaughn didn't even bother to pick it up. He would occasionally lean over and pass gas, sighing and breathing in the foul stench before he returned to eating. It wasn't until he was on his last taco that Vaughn felt his gut rumbling terribly. The man actually stopped eating and put down the taco, burping and leaning over to let out a violent sputtering fart. Even with the food in front of him, the smell of his shitty fart clouded the dining room. Vaughn waved a hand in front of his nose before he felt more pain in his gut and slowly stood up. The man looked down at his bloated gut and slowly wrapped his arms around the pudge. As it churned and growled, Vaughn could also feel pressure in his bowels too. He had to take a shit. Vaughn took two steps towards the bathroom before he cut another nasty fart and suddenly stopped.

Vaughn hunched over and placed both hands on his slightly bigger ass. For some reason, he didn't feel like leaving. Vaughn knew the toilet wasn't far away, but the man just couldn't move. Part of him wanted to make a mess in his underwear. Gritting his teeth and breathing heavily, Vaughn continued to hold his ass, hoping he could keep his shit bottled up. But it was too late. Vaughn bent over and inhaled sharply, figuring that it was better to let it all out now. All Vaughn heard afterwards was fierce crackling. A massive bulge appeared in Vaughn's boxers almost instantly. Lucky for him, his shit was firm and solid, so none of it dripped onto the floor. But his load was huge, and it was already drooping. The man forced it all out at once; he could feel the massive ball of shit in his boxers that was nearly the size of an orange. Vaughn closed his eyes and sighed before he pushed again. Two thick logs of excrement slid out of his rank asshole, adding on to the massive pile in his underwear. Vaughn didn't remove his hands; he was proud of how large his mess was. He even went as far as to pat the load, and even squeezed it through his boxers.

Feeling much better, Vaughn turned around and returned to his dining table. He slowly sat down, giggling when he heard his shit squish as it was flattened in-between his posterior and the chair. Then he grabbed the last taco and began to messily devour it, getting more food on the floor and his shirt. If Vaughn hadn't been so distracted by his hunger, he would've noticed there was a huge boner in his boxers…

Pepe was much larger now. Ever since the day Pepe pissed himself, the skunk had been double-checking to see if his belly had even remotely become thinner. But his stomach just seemed to get fatter and fatter, and the rest of his body wasn't doing much better. Pepe le Pew was slower now when it came to running; he got tired easily. His arms and legs seemed a bit thicker, but not to the point where anyone would notice. Most of the fat subsided in his stomach, which would always slosh around and gurgle during the day. The smelly skunk didn't seem to care about losing weight though. He was eating as much junk food and fast food as Vaughn was, and he never ever considered working out to lose a few pounds. And thanks to the potion, he was gaining weight twice as fast. It slowed his metabolism down to a crawl so virtually anything he ate would make him heavier. Of course, along with the weight gain was the unbearable smell. The skunk already stank naturally, but over the past few days, he stopped doing anything hygienic. Half the time he wouldn't even go into his bathroom, and Pepe would just piss all over the floor—or in his tight briefs again. He couldn't stop passing gas either. The skunk had been farting so much that his entire mansion reeked of sulfur, and Pepe le Pew didn't even bother using air freshener. The skunk would merely bask in his home's naturally odors, using the luscious scent to fuel his libido.

Right now Pepe was sitting on his bed, sighing with relief. He lifted his right hand and slowly licked all the precum and semen that got all over it. The skunk had just finished masturbating; there were several thick blotches of jizz all over his bed sheets. But Pepe didn't mind. He didn't even bother to clean it up. The skunk simply chuckled as he rolled over and turned off the lamp sitting on his nightstand. Pepe rested his head on his pillow before he let out a long and trumpeting fart that filled his room with a warm, putrid odor. The skunk exhaled before he started to go to sleep, his thighs sitting in the puddle of cum. Pepe never took into consideration what would happen if he fell asleep on his stomach, or if he just didn't use the bathroom before bed. As the skunk breathed softly with his eyes shut, he cut a squeaky and foul-smelling fart for several seconds. Pepe's nose twitched, but he didn't even stir. He let out some more gas afterwards, this time releasing a voluminous and vulgar noise. The skunk managed to mumble in his sleep, but he didn't open his eyes or detect the noxious fumes that were beginning to fill his bedroom. Pepe slowly lifted his tail and released a tiny, sputtering fart, unaware that his tailhole was beginning to expand.

Pepe grunted and stirred in his sleep, but not enough to wake himself up. Instinctively sticking his ass out, Pepe sighed in his sleep and started to push out a giant log of brown shit. In the slobby dream he was having, the skunk was imagining himself squatting and taking a huge dump in a field of flowers and fresh-cut grass. He had no idea he was actually taking a shit in his own bed. After the first foot-long chunk of feces broke off, Pepe grunted and pushed again. With small farting noises, the next log oozed out of his tailhole, promptly sliding down his ass and landing very close to his groin. Pepe suddenly rolled over in his sleep and lifted his legs in the air. His tailhole sitting right above his tail, Pepe grunted and started to defecate even more. In his dream he heard the deep squishing and crackling, fully aware that he was releasing excrement into the flower field. But in real life he was shitting all over his tail and on the bed. The smooth and stinky logs kept sliding out of Pepe's fat and sexy rump with ease until a large steamy pile of the scat was resting against his ass. Pepe put his legs down and sighed with a smile before he started to roll around. The skunk chuckled goofily as he dirtied himself up with his own shit, flattening the mess with his furry body.

In the dream Pepe slid his body back and forth, snickering as the shit was spread all over his groin, abdomen and chest. He was doing the same thing in the real world too, only with his eyes closed. After demolishing the first pile, Pepe crawled over to the second one and tossed and turned, rolling around in the dung like a dog. He rolled back over onto his plump belly again and grabbed some of the excrement with his hands, moaning as he rubbed it all over his furry chest. In his dream the skunk pressed his face against the entire pile of shit and took a deep whiff, sighing pleasurably. Then he fell asleep in his dream, his face resting right in the mound of excrement. Had any one of Pepe's servants entered his room, they would've found the skunk in the same position.

Vaughn lowered his jaw and shoved an entire sausage patty into his mouth. The man chewed slowly before he gulped hard and sighed. He looked at the plate in front of him and noticed that forty-nine of the fifty sausages he cooked were all gone. The obese man lazily reached forward and grabbed the last piece, shoveling it into his mouth and chewing noisily. After Vaughn gulped hard, he burped tremendously and sighed, patting his large gut. Still feeling hungry, the man reached over and unscrewed the cap on his bottle of syrup. The man tilted his head back and opened his mouth, his tongue hanging out. Then he lifted the bottle above his head and began to pour the thick goop down his throat. Some of the syrup got on his chin and parts of his face; some of it even rolled down his T-shirt (which was now far too small for his size) or got on his stomach. But the fat man didn't care, as long as he got all the syrup in his belly. After drinking his fill, Vaughn put the bottle down and sighed again. The man stood up from his dining table and headed into his musky room.

There was a pile of dirty T-shirts and underwear sitting in the corner of the room. Vaughn didn't bother showering, bathing, or even washing his clothes. All the T-shirts were musky and filthy, and all the underwear reeked of piss or shit. Whenever Vaughn didn't feel like changing, he'd just scoop out the load of shit in his underwear and continue to wear them, showing off his skid marks with pride. Vaughn lifted his left arm, then his right, sniffing his vile armpits. He groaned and realized it was time to "shower" again. Vaughn took off his T-shirt and casually used it as a towel, wiping off all the crud in his greasy armpits with it. Then he stuffed the shirt into his boxers and started to wipe off his ass and scrotum, making sure to get rid of all the gunk. He removed the now stained and soiled T-shirt and gave it a few whiffs. Vaughn groaned and plugged his nose, pretending to be disgusted by the nasty shirt. Then he chuckled and tossed it into the pile of dirty laundry, enhancing the ghastly odor. Vaughn sighed and rubbed his enormous stomach, leaning over a bit so he could rip another fart. When he finished he looked down at his appearance, noticing he was only wearing stained boxers with blue stripes on them.

Vaughn hadn't wet the bed last night, nor did he bother going after he woke up this morning. And after drinking so much orange juice, the man figured he may as well go now and get it all out of his system. Vaughn squirmed, pretending like he was trying to hold in his piss before he had an accident. He even crossed his thick legs and grabbed his crotch with both hands, sighing with relief. But in the end, Vaughn let go, and he started to piss his boxers heavily. The man sighed loudly before he removed his hands and noticed the stain that was quickly spreading all around his groin. The yellow fluids began to drip from his boxers in only a matter of seconds, creating a loud splattering sound as the fluids hit the floor. Vaughn sighed again as the warm piss spread all around his groin, thighs, and even his legs. The urine began to create a small puddle right in front of his feet. As Vaughn stared at the luscious fluids spewing from his penis, the man stepped forward and placed his stinky feet in the puddle. He figured they could use a good "washing" too, so he just let his soles rest in the musky fluids. Vaughn closed his eyes and grabbed his crotch, using both hands to spread the urine all over his boxers. Virtually the entire front part of them was soaked now, with no chance of the smell coming out.

After peeing for quite a while, Vaughn looked down at his boxers and noticed no urine was coming out anymore. The puddle beneath his body was humongous now; he'd need a mop to get it all up. But since Vaughn didn't care, he just moaned and rubbed his piss-soaked boxers, noticing the bulge that was beginning to form. Vaughn breathed in the manly scent before he walked into his bathroom and stepped in the shower. Vaughn casually took off his boxers, held them over his head, and started to wring his undergarments dry. Vaughn closed his eyes and sighed, loving the warm feeling of the yellow urine running down his body. Vaughn used the piss like soap, rubbing it all over his fat, smelly body until he was satisfied that he was clean. The man opened his eyes and shook himself dry like a dog. Then Vaughn grabbed the boxers and stuffed his face against the crotch region of them, deeply breathing in the strong pheromones. Vaughn moaned and rubbed his shaft before slipping the boxers back on and stepping out the shower. Too curious to wait any longer, Vaughn stepped over to the scale and weighed himself again. Much to his delight, the giant man now weighed over three hundred pounds. He had gained over one hundred pounds in less than a week. Vaughn snickered.

"At this rate, Pepe and I will be the smelliest, fattest couple on this side of the city in only another week!"

As Vaughn laughed to himself and stepped off the scale, his stomach grumbled terribly. When he walked into his bedroom and stepped in his puddle of urine, he stopped and groaned. Putting his hands on his stomach, Vaughn squatted and sharted himself. He felt the burning gas and wet shit slide out of his anus quickly. The man yelped and curiously groped the seat of his boxers. There was a long, brown stain going down the middle, and the wet excrement was all over Vaughn's left hand now. Vaughn had to shit badly the other night, but the man had hoped that he would mess himself while he slept. But his dormant bowels were active now, ready to fill the fat man's boxers with a colossal amount of sloppy shit.

"Ohhhh…fuck! Fuck, this is gonna be big! I can't…HOLD IT!"

Vaughn grunted and gritted his teeth. He placed both hands on his giant ass, longing to feel the mess in his underwear. His stomach growled again, signaling that there was nothing Vaughn could physically do now. The man shouted, and then finally pushed. He shat himself as hard as he did the night he ate those Dorito tacos, but this time his shit was wet and mushy. Vaughn heard nothing at first; he just felt the hot scat spill out of his anus and fill his underwear. Then the shit began to drip onto the floor and into the puddle of urine. Shortly afterwards, the mushy feces flew out, and Vaughn felt his boxers bulge outwards and sag very low. It all came out with a disgusting splorch, followed by squishy farting and a loud splat. Vaughn started to pant heavily, knowing the palms of his hands were completely brown now. The fat man pushed again, and he was greeted to another disgusting squish as the pudding-like shit spread all over his boxers. A lot of it was falling out through the leg holes and plopping on the floor. The foul stench of steamy rotten eggs was all over the bedroom and getting worse by the second.

"WHOO! Shit…fuckin' messed myself again," said Vaughn, somewhat proudly.

It didn't stop there either. Vaughn began to pass gas like crazy, smiling as he listened to the vile trumpeting and wet farts. He sharted himself multiple times, but no muddy excrement came out of his asshole. At least, not at first. But after a short moment, the man pushed again and listened as another splorch filled his ears. The hot muddy excrement poured out of his anus and hastily slid down the back of his legs and boxers. Vaughn exhaled again after the warm mess got all over his hands and started to pant. Vaughn looked down and noticed his cock was stiffening and emitting a small amount of precum. Still feeling dirty, Vaughn exhaled and sat down in his own puddle of hot shit and the cooling puddle of urine. The man looked at his hands and noticed that the diarrhea was all over his palms. He snickered before he stuck his left hand into his boxers and grabbed his meaty cock. Still wearing his soiled underwear, Vaughn began to pant and huff as he masturbated. Vaughn kept wiggling his ass and leaning back and forth, squishing the mess around his boxers. He sniffed the air and stroked his dick harder and faster, smearing the runny shit around his penis. Vaughn sharted again, creating a muffled sputtering sound beneath his fat ass. He felt another torrent of hot defecation soar out of his rectum and moaned ecstatically.

Vaughn started to masturbate faster and faster, stroking his long and filthy member as he breathed in the rotten odors. The dirty laundry in the corner of the room, the pair of underwear he just pissed and shat in, and even himself. The man smelled horrible and was encased in a thick musky odor that could make someone gag. Vaughn sniffed deeply three times before moaning again and going faster. He was grasping his cock so hard that it almost hurt. The man had only recently started jerking off and already he felt like he was about to blow. Just the act of messing himself made the obese man hard. Vaughn leaned forward and passed gas once more, surprised that he didn't shart himself. But the gas reeked of fetid waste and flatulence, which only fueled Vaughn's hard-on. After sniffing twice, Vaughn growled and rubbed his cock as much as he could. Feeling the semen rushing through the urethra, Vaughn panted and began to slow down. When he finally came, the semen oozed out of his cock at first, dripping into his boxers. Then he grunted and the rest of it flew out of the glans, creating a fresh stain on the front of Vaughn's boxers. Vaughn exhaled as he came into his smelly boxers, feeling the thick streams of spooge dripping around his crotch and making the stain much bigger.

Vaughn removed his hand and chuckled as he looked at all the semen and shit spread around it. He naturally leaned forward and started to lick the hand clean, relishing the bitter taste of his diarrhea and semen.

"I'm sure Pepe is having as much fun as I am right now…"

Pepe was standing in his bathroom naked. He had accidentally sharted big time into a pair of briefs and decided that it was time to give himself a shower. The obese skunk was so large that he couldn't run for more than a couple of yards. His breasts had increased in size, his monstrous belly looked like it was ready to burst, his hips, legs and arms were all wider, and his cheeks looked somewhat chubby. Clearly the skunk wasn't as sexy as he was before—not that he noticed. The fat skunk would still pose in front of his mirror, only wearing a pair of underwear. But it always ended with him either pissing his briefs (he did it intentionally now) or farting so hard that he shat himself. And like Vaughn, Pepe was starting to smell repulsive. His body odor was twice as thick as Vaughn's, and his flatulence was bad enough to kill flowers and knock out humans (which he found out by accident when a servant gave him a butt massage). The skunk couldn't help but cherish the rotten odor of his mansion, let alone his room. Pepe hadn't bathed himself since the night he rolled around in his own scat, and the shit was becoming hard and crusty. He needed a shower; not just because of the body odor, but to wash away some of the feces too.

Pepe stepped into his bathroom and slowly waddled his way towards the tub. Fortunately, it was big enough for a skunk of his magnitude. Breathing heavily, the four-hundred-pound skunk climbed inside before he gradually sat down in the tub. Pepe looked at his fur, his enormous tummy and his smelly feet and wiggled his toes. Grunting a little to reach down, the skunk grabbed his penis, watching as the flaccid member flopped around in his hand. His dick seemed to be growing thicker too, much to Pepe's enjoyment. The striped skunk aimed his penis at the bottom of the tub and waited until he could feel the warm fluids building up in his cock. Then he slowly started to pee, the yellow fluids silently traveling down the tub and creating a thin rivulet. Pepe watched as some of the piss came out of his penis before he suddenly smiled and lifted his cock a little higher. The stream of urine was at an arc now, and it was noisily splattering against the tub, causing droplets to splash all around his feet and legs. After a few seconds, Pepe tilted his cock back up so it was pointed at him. All the splattering ceased, and the skunk sighed happily as he started to piss all over himself.

The stream didn't get any higher than Pepe's fat gut and his large breasts. The skunk looked down and watched as the urine shot out of his dick and splattered onto his smelly fur. Some of the piss in the tub turned brown, indicating that some of the scat was being washed away. Pepe moved his cock left and right, making sure his entire belly was dripping with piss. Using his right hand, Pepe le Pew began to spread the musky urine around his torso and chest, scrubbing his body odor away and using his hand like a sponge. Pepe held his now soiled hand above his penis and rinsed the sludge off before he resumed urinating all over his stomach. The smelly skunk's nose was filled with the musky stench of his own body, let alone all the piss simmering in the tub. He was starting to smell mildly better, but given how much he stank already, that wasn't saying much. Pepe grunted and tilted his head down in an attempt to rinse out his hair. Most of the piss splashed him in the face though, and Pepe quickly abandoned the idea. The skunk kept peeing on himself and staring at the luscious flow of sparkling golden fluids, waiting for it to end.

The rivulet started to get smaller and smaller, and the next thing Pepe knew, he was merely pissing onto his dick and waist. He listened to the urine splash softly before the golden stream eventually stopped. A few more streams of piss gushed out of the skunk's dick, but afterwards it stopped entirely. Pepe le Pew sighed and started to rub the urine around his groin. Then he glanced up ahead and remembered that he plugged his bathtub so none of the piss would go down the drain. The foul creature lazily crawled forward and collapsed, his fat body creating a huge thud as he fell stomach-first into the stream of piss. Still lying on his gut, Pepe moaned as he soaked up all the waste and rubbed it all over his body. He rolled around a little in the tub, despite having little room to maneuver. The skunk lifted his tail and released a tremendous amount of flatulence so he could bask in a new stench that slowly made him hard. Pepe flared his nostrils and smiled before closing his eyes and resting in his own musky fluids. Pepe planned on wiping off more dung, but he noticed how comfortable it was to lie in his piss with the odor of sulfur spread throughout the bathroom. It didn't take long for the skunk to lose consciousness, looking like a wet stinking blob of black and white fur that was trapped in the tub.

As the days rolled by, both Vaughn and Pepe le Pew continued to gain weight and smell awful. And as they grew larger, their libido increased as well. It wouldn't be much longer before the man finally visited the skunk in his mansion again, ready to have slobby, stinky sex.

The young man couldn't believe his eyes. He was about to enter Pepe le Pew's mansion for a second time, and only a few weeks had passed since he last entered. Vaughn was so obese that it was a miracle he could still move, let alone walk. The last time Vaughn checked his weight on his scale, it broke. But the fat man merely shrugged and continued to pig out on all sorts of junk food. He spent all day and night rolling around in his filth, peeing and shitting himself, farting and belching in public, and all sorts of other disgusting things. Vaughn actually shat his pants in public once while he was out shopping for new husky-sized clothes. After grossing out everyone with his stench, the cashier told him that he could take whatever he wanted so long as he left the place and never returned. Pepe was acting the same. He lost count of how many times he put on a pair of tight briefs just to pee in them, and it was common for the skunk to wake up in bed with a nasty pile of shit lying beneath his ass. Some of Pepe's servants even quit their jobs because they couldn't handle such a foul-smelling employer. But the blobby skunk didn't care as long as he could bask in his odors and eat as much food as he wanted.

Vaughn panted heavily as he stepped in front of Pepe's door. He lifted his giant right hand and pressed his index finger on the doorbell. It was as thick as a piece of sausage and covered with grease. The man had rolls of fat all over his body; his arms and legs were massive. His cheeks were bloated and had bits of food on them. His gray sweatshirt and sweatpants were dirty; he had already messed his sweatpants before on many occasions, and the stains were still visible. His sweatshirt wasn't even new; Vaughn just took one from the pile of musky clothing lying on his bedroom floor. The man continued to pant as he stood in front of the door, already tired from the long walk over. Pepe had heard the doorbell ring, but he too was struggling to make it all the way to the door. Vaughn and Pepe weighed no less than eight hundred pounds at this point. After standing and waiting for a minute or two, Pepe finally reached his door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was what Vaughn thought was a black and white blob wearing a pair of yellow briefs. Pepe laughed, his enormous gut shaking.

"Well, well," he said, before panting. "If it isn't my old fuck-buddy Vaughn! Come in!"

Vaughn smiled and nodded before he walked inside. But due to his weight, the obese man got stuck in the doorway. He grunted several times as he tried to slide his fat body through the doorframe before he felt his stomach gurgle. Vaughn cut a massive fart that was slightly muffled by his sweatpants. He could feel the strong burst of hot wind blowing out his giant ass; the man knew his gas reeked of rotten eggs, not that he could tell now. Thankfully, Vaughn's body was greasy. And after much effort, the slobby man managed to slide his way inside Pepe's mansion. Vaughn and Pepe wobbled their way towards each other and hugged, even though neither of them could physically wrap their arms around each other. Pepe shut the front door and began to talk to Vaughn.

"I see you have changed quite a bit, no? I don't remember you being so fat and stinky ze last time we met."

Vaughn burped loudly before he wiped his mouth off. "You've put on much weight yourself. …And I see you've been having toilet issues."

Pepe lifted a few rolls of fat as he looked down at his stained underwear. The skunk blushed and laughed heartily; there was no denying what happened.

"Of course, of course! But zere is nothing wrong with being a little wet, right?"

Vaughn grinned. "You tell me."

Pepe couldn't see anything at first; he only heard Vaughn sigh loudly. But as he glanced at the man's sweatpants, he noticed a large stain appearing on his crotch. Vaughn sighed again and let out another burst of gas as he started to wet himself heavily. Pepe could hear the loud trickling from within his sweatpants and watched as the stain spread in all different directions. The piss was out of control, slithering down Vaughn's trousers and soaking his already soiled underwear. Pepe wagged his tail and moaned softly, feeling a boner forming in his briefs. Vaughn grunted and bent over, reaching down to grab his crotch. It took much effort due to how large the man was and all the fat that blocked his view. But the man managed to grope his groin, and he sighed as he felt the warm fluids running around his hand. The musky smell of Vaughn's pants and underwear only made Pepe harder; he grunted and bent over as he groped his crotch too. Pepe looked at the floor and could see that the urine was dripping out of Vaughn's pants. Two small puddles were beginning to form around the obese man's tennis shoes. There was a small squish; Vaughn giggled as he started to rub his crotch harder, feeling the warm urine spreading all over.

Vaughn stopped grabbing his pants and stood up again, feeling more gas in his colon. The man exhaled deeply, his stomach grumbling as more flatulence built up in his stomach. But Pepe beat the man to the punch. He quickly turned around and bent over, showing off his fat ass still clad in a pair of briefs he wet not too long ago. Pepe lifted his tail and excreted an enormous amount of flatus. The skunk passed gas so hard that Vaughn almost saw his buttocks jiggle. The giant flabs of meat rumbled and shook as the mansion was filled with the sound of cacophonous sputtering. Vaughn waved a hand in front of his nose before the gas grew closer and closer to his anus. His bladder was slowly becoming emptier by the second, but the puddle around his tennis shoes was still growing. When Pepe stopped farting, a tiny squeak was heard. Pepe groaned and shut his eyes, feeling something very heavy approaching his bowels. A few weeks ago, Pepe would've rushed to the bathroom or at the very least would've found a nice bush to squat next to. But now the skunk was perfectly okay with making a huge mess in his undies.

Vaughn's eyes grew wide when he heard another tiny fart and saw the skunk's tailhole pucker against the briefs. Suddenly, Pepe grunted again and a small lump began to form. The obese man started to pant as he watched his idol gradually soil himself. The tiny lump began to grow and grow by the second, accompanied with the soft noise of popping and hissing. Pepe groaned again and pushed hard; a massive log was instantly forced out. The turd wasn't bleeding through the fabric, but Vaughn could definitely tell where the ball of shit was. The skunk grunted and broke wind again just seconds before another nasty log started to slide out. Vaughn heard lots of crackling and more hissing; he watched as his idol's briefs slowly began to droop, with more lumps starting to form in the seat of his underwear. The foul smell of skunk shit began to fill the air, making Vaughn and Pepe equally hard. Vaughn heard another burst of gas fly out the skunk's ass and snickered. Pepe exhaled with much relief and began to pant. The furry creature was so fat that even soiling himself was a workout. He tried to reach behind to feel his load, but he couldn't. Vaughn, however, had no trouble walking behind Pepe and pressing his wet crotch against his loaded briefs.

"Ooh! Quite stinky in here, no?" asked Pepe, waving a hand in front of his face.

Vaughn only moaned in response. He was too busy crushing Pepe's load with his groin. As the fat man humped Pepe with his clothes still on, he felt the gas ready to come out. Vaughn exhaled and shamelessly let it all out, not even caring that the fart ended on a wet tone. Pepe could hear the deep wet sputtering and already knew what had happened by mistake. The man accidentally shat himself while farting; he could feel the burning scat building up in his stained boxers now. Vaughn backed away from Pepe when the sputtering stopped and giggled, blushing a bit.

"Oops! …Think I shat myself just now."

Pepe turned around and stared at Vaughn, his cock pressing against his briefs. Vaughn waddled away from the front door over to the dining room. Then he turned around and showed off his fat ass to Pepe.

"Could you check for me?"

There was no need to grope Vaughn's ass. There was already a huge stream mark on Vaughn's gray sweatpants. Pepe merely snickered as he walked towards the obese man, ready to stick his thick cock inside his putrid ass. But before he could grab Vaughn's pants, another wet fart emerged from his smelly rump. Vaughn moaned twice before he spread his legs a little and voided his bowels. Pepe smiled widely as he heard incessant flatulence and squishing. Vaughn's load was coming out much faster than Pepe's did. His excrement was soft, but it wasn't watery or mushy like the time Vaughn soiled his blue-striped boxers after weighing himself. The shit came out with ease; Vaughn felt extremely relaxed as he dropped a long, fat log into his pants. Immediately after the first log came out, another one followed. Both logs were smashed against each other and wound up forming a small blob. The third log came out with much noise. Pepe moaned and felt some pre squirt out his dick as he heard the riotous crackling. The skunk licked his lips as he began to drool. The load in Vaughn's pants was getting bigger and bigger by the second; it was like he physically could not stop.

Vaughn felt proud. He was impressing his number one idol and simultaneously being a filthy, stinky slob in the process. The load in his sweatpants was much bigger than Pepe's; it looked like the man had stuffed a grapefruit down his trousers. Pepe growled as he heard another thick fart and realized more feces was building up in Vaughn's boxers. The man slowly got on all fours and turned to look behind his shoulder. He smirked and shook his blobby ass before grunting and pushing out yet another log. The malodorous odor of Vaughn's pants made Pepe's dick throb. He licked the drool off his lips again before the skunk felt gas brewing in his colon. Both slobs farted simultaneously; the din echoed throughout the whole mansion. The entire atrium reeked of the two slobs, and the smell wasn't getting any better. Pepe couldn't take it any longer. Just the sight of such a fat man was a tease to him. His briefs were starting to acquire a large wet stain from all the precum he had released. Fed up with all the taunting, the skunk waddled over to Vaughn while he was pushing out another log and grabbed his waistband.

The smell from within Vaughn's trousers could've made the average person vomit. The sight was even worse. When Pepe pulled Vaughn's pants down, all he could see was brown sludge smeared all over the obese man's buttocks. The giant volleyball-sized mound of shit rolled inside Vaughn's pants and plopped against the floor. The man was still defecating; Pepe could see a nice soft log slowly ooze out of the man's anus. It bounced off part of Vaughn's sweatpants before landing on the floor with an audible squish. Afterwards, Pepe watched as Vaughn released a chunky wet fart that made his giant ass cheeks vibrate. The skunk could feel the warm wind being blown in his face and moaned as the fetid smell of fresh fecal matter crept into his nostrils. Pepe stepped closer to Vaughn and grunted as he reached down and slowly pulled down his briefs. He still wore them though; the skunk only lowered them far enough for his dick to hang out. As Vaughn grunted and started to release more slurry, Pepe stepped directly behind Vaughn and stuck his cock near his asshole. The moment the turd fell from Vaughn's anus, Pepe leaned forward and slammed his penis into the man's blubbery ass.

At first Vaughn could hardly feel the skunk's penis plowing into his funky ass. His backside was so blobby that the cock seemed to get lost in the fat. Pepe panted a few times before he leaned forward, grunting and burping as his fat girth pressed against Vaughn's enormous mass. Pepe didn't bother taking it slow; his cock was dripping with precum, and he was eager to shoot his massive load into his fan's anus. Vaughn let out a muffled fart before he noticed that the smelly skunk was huffing and moving back and forth. Their blobs of fat squished and gurgled as their bodies collided with one another, creating a noisy thwacking sound. Pepe scooted even closer to Vaughn and panted some more, feeling some of the human being's shit still caked in his rectum. The best part was that Vaughn wasn't even finished. Even with his ass plugged, Vaughn managed to grunt and push very slowly. Pepe stopped thrusting and listened to the blobby man moan with ecstasy. The skunk heard a couple of greasy farts and knew that his penis was being tainted by hot and squishy defecation. Vaughn grunted over and over, trying to push all the excrement out his ass. But Pepe's long (and now dirty) phallus plugged up his asshole.

Pepe didn't move. He grinned and pressed his body up against Vaughn. He listened as the man kept breaking wind and pushing out more globs of foul-smelling muck. Together they looked like two giant blobs stacked on top of each other. They smelled worse than a herd of swine that had been wallowing in their own filth all day. Then again, that's what Pepe and Vaughn had turned into; all they needed now was a pig nose and a curly pink tail. Pepe laughed in his haughty trademark voice before he belched and rolled around on top of Vaughn. His greasy smelly fur rubbed against Vaughn's greasy unwashed skin, creating a vile sloshing noise. Pepe suddenly pulled out of Vaughn and watched as his ass exploded. The obese man finally exhaled with relief as several logs shot out his anus all at once. Some of the shit was sprayed all over Pepe's groin, and most of it landed near or on his feet. The skunk growled leeringly before he put his right hand under Vaughn's ass. He waited for another soft log to slither out of Vaughn's putrid anus before he brought the smelly turd towards his crotch. Pepe closed his eyes, bent over, and smashed the warm log all over his scrotum. He moaned and licked his lips noisily as he spread the feces all over his long shaft and his dangling balls.

Vaughn looked behind his shoulder again and could see Pepe's little performance. His dick was rock-hard too, and a small amount of pre was dripping from it. It was surprising that neither of them had already blown their load too soon; just the stench of what was happening made their dicks throb. Pepe opened his eyes and looked down at his hand. He spread his fingers and breathed heavily, listening to the shit squish all over his hand. He moaned gently and smeared the rest of the dung around his body, making sure he got some of the scat in-between his rolls of fat. Then the skunk started to pant again and waddled back over to Vaughn's dirty asshole. Bending over, Pepe picked up some of the scat on the floor with each hand and then slammed both piles of excrement along Vaughn's gargantuan ass cheeks. The man belched and moaned as Pepe spread the brown mess everywhere, painting Vaughn's peach-colored buttocks brown. Both of them flared their nostrils and sniffed deeply, turned on by the disgusting smell. Pepe inserted his dripping cock inside Vaughn's ass again and started to thrust very hard and fast. The skunk was so horny that his dick was already beginning to throb.

Pepe immediately stopped himself. He didn't want to ejaculate so soon, even though he knew it'd be nearly impossible at this point. He panted and stood still, waiting for his penis to go down a little. But afterwards, the skunk growled and started to pant, thrusting back and forth as his cock squished ceaselessly. Vaughn didn't really scream from any pain or exuberance. He just panted and drooled on the floor, occasionally moaning or belching, longing to eat more food. He closed his eyes as his cock started to spasm; he was about to blow. Pepe could already feel the cum working its way through his urethra; there was no point in trying to stop now. Vaughn grunted three times before he moaned with his tongue hanging out his mouth. His cock jolted multiple times; Pepe could hear Vaughn's load splattering against the floor, creating a small puddle of creamy jizz. The skunk took one long whiff of the area before he shouted and thrust forward hard. Pepe came hard and fast. Vaughn could slightly feel the skunk's penis throbbing inside his rectum. At first he thought more shit was leaking out, but all the gooey fluids gushing inside his anus was actually Pepe's cum.

As the skunk ejaculated, his tailhole widened and a strong burst of gas escaped his rectum. Pepe gritted his teeth as he passed gas in a deep and sputtering tone and came simultaneously. The ejaculate wouldn't stop rushing out his cock. Vaughn thought the skunk would never stop. But as the flatulence began to die down, so did the amount of semen. Pepe opened his mouth and sighed with relief once he finished cumming; he knew Vaughn's anus was absolutely laden with the white goop. Panting and drooling, the skunk slowly moved backwards until his cock was out of Vaughn's anus. The copulatory organ flopped in-between his legs, now dripping with semen and human scat. Exhausted, Pepe le Pew collapsed to the floor, his heart pounding.

"WHEW! What…what a work…out…huh?" he asked in-between breaths.

Vaughn found himself shaking. He ended up falling flat on his stomach panting. "…You…you got that right…"

Both blobs remained on the floor for some time, breathing heavily as their hearts pounded. Soaked in their own sweat and grease, they rolled around on the floor a bit still panting and breathing in their bodily odors. Pepe cut a muffled fart into his underwear before Vaughn lifted his ass and passed gas too. The slobby blobs of meat, fat and bones just basked in their own messy habitat, not bothering to move or even talk to each other. Each of them farted periodically, their giant bellies still loaded with flatus. But after the farting spree was over, Pepe le Pew finally grunted and sat up. He looked at the giant mess they made on the floor before chuckling and deciding that they needed to clean up.

"Zhis would be a very good time for ze shower, no?"

Vaughn panted twice before he rolled over and sat up too. "I don't…I don't want to get clean."

"But I insist! After all, we are very smelly and could definitely use one!"

Vaughn shook his head. "No…just let me go to sleep here in all this filth."

"But ze golden shower will feel so lovely on your skin! I should know…" said Pepe, with a grin.

Vaughn started smirking. "Well…since you want us to take a golden shower…"

It was a miracle that either of them managed to get up Pepe's stairs. They breathed heavily the entire time, huffing and letting out long breaths just so they could slow down their heart. Vaughn had left his soiled undergarments on the mansion floor, and Pepe took off the man's sweatshirt, shoes and socks for him. Pepe managed to take off his own soiled underwear, although it took some energy out of him. The two slobs were finally on the second floor of the mansion now where the bathroom was. They waddled and farted on their way inside. Luckily, Pepe had remodeled the doorframes and rooms so that slobs of their girth would be able to get inside. The skunk and obese man had no trouble entering the bathroom, which was absolutely filthy. As Vaughn looked around, he could see hundreds of stains scattered across the walls, floor, and even ceiling. Some days Pepe would just walk inside and take a huge shit all over the floor. Other days he'd have diarrhea, and the contents would splatter all over the walls. The skunk would sometimes hose down the walls with his urine, but more than often he'd just leave the stains everywhere as a symbol of how dirty he was.

Even now Pepe le Pew felt like using his floor as a toilet. As Vaughn closed the bathroom door, Pepe stood in the middle of the bathroom and let out two soft gas bubbles. He spread his legs slightly and lifted his tail, exposing his dirty scat-laden buttocks. Vaughn waddled forward and bent over so he could spread apart the foul buttocks. The man watched as the tailhole slowly bulged outwards and began to expand. The man heard soft sputtering and felt warm sulfur-scented gas being blown in his face. Pepe grunted a few times before Vaughn saw the first log ooze out. It crackled loudly and looked chunky and broken up. Vaughn smiled widely as the massive turd quickly came out of Pepe's anus and plopped on the dirty floor. The skunk grunted again; his tailhole puckered a couple of times. The skunk pushed out another hefty log that stopped coming out about halfway through. Pepe exhaled and started to breathe heavily before he made two fists and grunted hard. The log started to slither out again, along with various hissing and popping. Once the second log was out, Pepe le Pew's tailhole closed and the skunk sighed with relief.

Vaughn stared at the small mound of shit whilst Pepe waddled his way towards the showering area. The man wiggled his toes before he took two steps forward. The obese human being closed his eyes and exhaled as he stepped in Pepe's small pile of shit. He wiggled his toes again and spread his feet all around, dirtying them up as much as possible. Even though he couldn't see his feet, he knew that the toes and soles were littered with scat, and that they smelled even worse than before now. Once Vaughn finished, he followed Pepe into the shower as well, which had also been adjusted for someone of Pepe's girth. Nevertheless, with both of them inside, their movement was limited. They only had about a foot of distance in-between each other, and their blobby bodies were still almost touching. They were so close together than when Pepe burped, Vaughn could smell it the second the gas left his mouth. Vaughn waved a hand in front of his nose before chuckling and stepping backwards.

"Which side do you want cleaned first?"

Pepe le Pew grinned. "You're ze guest. You decide!"

Vaughn was tempted to pee all over Pepe's back and ass first since he knew the skunk would be farting in his face nonstop. But he figured he'd save the best for last. Vaughn bent over and reached down so he could find his dick. After sifting through the rolls of fat, the human grunted and grabbed hold of his penis. Pepe stepped back so his flabby backside was pressed against the wall and growled leeringly. Still grinning, the skunk began to rub his nipples and play with his rolls of fat. The fat man smirked and pointed his greasy cock at the skunk's body. He sighed deeply as the golden fluids began to trickle out of his penis, splashing onto the shower floor noisily before making its way over to Pepe's feet. The skunk laughed as the hot piss splashed all over his feet and toes, his fur soaking up some of the musky fluids. Vaughn aimed a little higher and started to pee all over Pepe's legs and stomach; he watched as the glittering yellow urine splattered over Pepe's immense girth. The skunk moaned and reached down as he rubbed some of the musky fluids into his fat and fur, cherishing the warm feeling.

As Pepe was receiving his shower, he found his tailhole opening up again. But this time Pepe had no self-control. Before he could even try to close his tailhole, it bulged outwards and shit began to fall. The skunk moved away from the wall and unknowingly lifted his tail. Vaughn was pissing on Pepe's stomach when he heard the din coming from the skunk's anus. A giant log nearly a foot long plopped on the floor with a hard thud. Soon after, the skunk grunted and released another log that was equally the same size and color. Vaughn got distracted and let go of his penis. He urinated all over the floor and looked down, watching as a third plop was heard. However, Vaughn quickly snapped out of his trance and resumed urinating on the blobby skunk again. Pepe exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes and began to rub his moobs and obese stomach again. The shit was just falling from his ass now; Pepe didn't even care. He'd feel some pressure within his rectum, but then moments later it'd be gone. The fat man standing across from him was a bit more concerned with all the shit logs landing on the floor. He found himself licking his lips, as though he wanted to sample Pepe's foul feces.

Since Pepe knew that Vaughn was obsessed with seeing him defecate, he slowly turned around and showed off his smelly ass to the human being. He pressed his hands against the wall and giggled as he lifted his tail. The man aimed his dick right at Pepe le Pew's funky ass. He pissed all over each buttock and watched as fresh and crusty shit became wet and soft. The brown sludge began to fall from Pepe's ass cheeks, making a soft plop on the shower floor. The skunk let out a tremendous fart that resonated inside the whole bathroom. He passed gas so hard and for so long that Vaughn saw the mephitid's buttocks vibrating. Some of the wet shit dripping from each buttock was blown off onto the floor. The thick smell of Pepe's natural skunk stench and rotten meat filled Vaughn's olfactory sense. The man took a deep breath before he pointed his cock a little higher so he was pissing on Pepe le Pew's back. It was right then that Pepe's tailhole opened up and shit began to fall again. Various logs began to plop all over the floor; the striped skunk was shitting so hard that it almost hurt. Vaughn lost count of how many logs exploded from Pepe's anus. All he saw was a giant mound lying near his feet, and his ears were filled with the crackling din.

Once Pepe was finished defecating on the shower floor, the skunk turned around so his front side could get washed again. The skunk lowered his head and ran his hands through his fur, pretending that Vaughn's urine was actually water. The musky fluids dripped from Pepe's smelly body all over the floor. The skunk stepped a bit closer to Vaughn and raised his head again. He closed his eyes as the fat man started to urinate on his face. The skunk wiped the musky fluids around his fat cheeks before backing up again and letting Vaughn urinate on his stomach. The skunk giggled as he dug into his belly-button and scraped out some dirt and lint; Vaughn could see how filthy it was and decided to wash it out. Vaughn snickered as he peed on Pepe le Pew's belly-button before he noticed that his stream of urine was getting smaller and smaller. His urge to urinate was gone now, especially since he had wet himself before entering the bathroom. Pepe watched as the arc of yellow waste became smaller and thinner. Eventually it was nothing more than several drops leaking out of Vaughn's penis. But the slobs weren't too discouraged, as Pepe needed to pee too.

Before the mephitid began to urinate on his biggest fan, he bent over and picked up some of the defecation sitting on the floor. He crushed some of it in his hands before moaning and slowly rubbing it all over his giant breasts and his blubbery midriff. Vaughn just watched, drooling and feeling his cock become hard again. The skunk rubbed the shit against his fur before bending over and picking up some more waste. He threw a giant ball of it at Vaughn before he walked forward and started to rub the muck against his skin. Vaughn looked down and watched as his peach-colored skin was covered in his idol's rancid shit. Pepe made sure he spread the fecal matter around until there was nearly nothing left on his hands. He even made sure to place some of the shit in-between Vaughn's various rolls of fat. When Pepe le Pew was done, he lied down on the floor, sighing when his pile of excrement was crushed underneath his back. Vaughn backed away and spread his legs, trying to find room.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to give me a shower."

Pepe snickered. "Of course I do. …But I also want to roll around in your shit. Zhat's not a problem for you, is it?"

Vaughn could already feel more soft shit brewing inside his bowels. He grinned and shuffled himself around in the shower so his ass was facing Pepe's face. The giant man squatted, showing off his massive dirty buttocks.

"You already know the answer."

Pepe suddenly started to pee in the shower. He let the warm fluids run out of his penis and create a puddle in-between his legs. Pepe sat up and reached out in an attempt to try and grab his dick, but it was no use. He was too fat. Vaughn however had no problem bending down and grabbing his penis for him. The man pointed the skunk's dick at an upward angle and sighed as the piss began to splash against his fur. Simultaneously, Vaughn released a long sputtering fart. Pepe le Pew could tell by the odor that Vaughn needed to shit again. Another burst of foul-smelling gas erupted from Vaughn's anus; Pepe could feel the warm wind being blown against his face. Vaughn adjusted himself a bit so he could pee all over his body at a better angle. The man stopped passing gas and moved Pepe's penis back and forth, moaning as the yellow waste was soaked into his skin. When he finished, that's when Vaughn felt his asshole expanding and knew he couldn't hold anything back. The skunk grinned when he heard soft popping and saw the man's asshole bulge outwards. A hot smelly log of slurry began to descend from Vaughn's anus. The first log landed on Pepe's chest very silently, but the mephitid knew this was just the beginning.

Vaughn stopped briefly and fixated more on having the skunk urinate all over his immense stomach. But once his flabs of fat were soaked, he grunted and started to push again. The skunk listened as two more giant logs began to slither out of Vaughn's behind. The excrement was still soft and light brown; Pepe reached forward and grabbed some of the warm slurry, growling and rubbing it all over his fingers. The skunk heard a high-pitched squeaky fart and watched as Vaughn began to release another massive turd. It landed on his belly and coiled itself around like a snake, popping and hissing on its way down. The mephitid leaned forward and sniffed the rotten waste before he grunted and felt Vaughn tugging on his penis again. The fat man exhaled as another torrent of warm urine splashed all over his body. He cherished the feeling of having so much musky fluids being sprayed all over his gut. Using his free hand, Vaughn rubbed the yellow waste into his skin and onto his massive moobs. But he only played with himself for a moment; he knew that Pepe was feeling kinky as well and wanted to be equally dirty. So the man slowly sat down, squishing his pile of scat beneath his humongous buttocks.

Pepe started to get hard. The man moaned and began to wiggle his ass a bit, spreading the smelly waste against Pepe's flabby stomach. The skunk moaned and felt his dick growing semi-hard; his supply of urine was steadily decreasing now. Vaughn giggled as he began to give the mephitid a Cleveland Steamer. He moved his ass back and forth, moaning as he smeared the funky shit into Pepe's wet and smelly fur. His entire stomach was becoming brown now, and both of Vaughn's buttocks were getting filthy. The skunk shuddered, no longer caring if he washed off the man's greasy body. All he wanted was for Vaughn to smear as much shit as he could against his black and white fur. Vaughn stopped moving and grabbed Pepe's dick with both hands. Still peeing, Pepe yelped when Vaughn squeezed hard and cut off the flow of urine. The human being grinned and slowly started to rub his cock up and down before he resumed sliding his ass back and forth. The skunk moaned deeply as Vaughn rubbed his penis, knowing his slobby life couldn't get better than this.

A few days passed since the night Vaughn and Pepe reunited. Neither of them had showered or left the house since then. More servants quit their jobs because they couldn't tolerate the odors anymore and got sick and tired of stepping in piles of shit or puddles of piss. Vaughn had gained so much weight that he couldn't even wear clothes. In fact, he couldn't walk anymore; the fat man was now confined inside one of Pepe's bedrooms. All he did all day was watch TV, eat, piss, shit, and sleep. Lucky for him, Pepe could still fit his undergarments. Every now and then, the skunk would tease the man by spreading his legs and pissing his briefs until a large puddle was in-between his feet. Other times he'd squat and dump a massive load into his underwear, and then press his fat ass against Vaughn's fat body. But Pepe's main concern wasn't soiling or wetting himself in front of the man. It was making him as fat as possible. The mephitid's libido had skyrocketed ever since the night they had slobby sex together. The fatter Vaughn became, the hornier Pepe was. Pepe's top priority was to get Vaughn as obese as he possibly could.

Right now Vaughn was sitting on his bed that was bound to break very soon watching television. He breathed heavily and sniffed the air, looking at all the carts of food that Pepe and his servants had brought into the room. Pepe was leaning against one cart, snickering to himself.

"It's time to fatten you up again! You hungry?"

Vaughn grunted and nodded before burping three times in a row. "Not…not yet."

"Why not?"

Vaughn panted heavily before he lifted one of his flabby arms and pointed at Pepe's crotch. "Pee…you have to use the bathroom?"

Pepe grinned. "Well…now zhat you mention it…"

Vaughn smiled. "Wet yourself for me."

Pepe le Pew waddled next to the bed and giggled. "But of course!"

The skunk took a couple of steps back so Vaughn could have a clear view of his briefs. He spread his legs a little before feeling all the urine in his system ready to burst out. Vaughn continued to pant as he faced Pepe le Pew and waited impatiently for him to wet his undies. But once Vaughn saw a relaxed smile appear on the skunk's face, he knew what was happening. The mephitid could feel the warm piss filling up his briefs and spreading in all directions. A large stain was erratically moving all around Pepe's underwear, turning the white briefs dark. Pepe sighed as the urine started to bleed through the material and began to drip onto the floor. Vaughn panted and drooled as he saw the pee descend from Pepe's underwear. The dripping sound became louder, and some of the piss was gushing out of Pepe's penis. The fluids were running down his fat legs; some of it was dripping onto his feet. The skunk wiggled his toes and sighed again when he realized that a puddle had formed and was getting larger. His briefs were soaked now, reeking of the musky fluids. Two rivulets of piss were running down Pepe's legs and creating quite a mess. The skunk sighed again and lifted one foot on occasion, stepping in his puddle with joy. The man flared his nostrils and let out a gurgled belching sound; Pepe figured it was an odd cross between a burp and a moan.

When Pepe le Pew finished wetting himself, he bent over and passed gas. Vaughn sniffed the air again and let out the same repulsive noise from his mouth. The skunk slowly walked over to the carts holding all the nourishment before he turned to look at Vaughn.

"So, what food would you like to try first?"

Vaughn breathed heavily before he shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Just start feeding me."

The skunk snickered before he picked up a blueberry pie. "Whatever you say!"

Vaughn heard a loud splat and noticed he was suddenly blind. When the man opened his mouth, he tasted something very sweet and hot. Pepe had just chucked the pie tin at Vaughn's face. When it slowly peeled off his head, Vaughn opened his eyes and started to lick his lips. His entire face was blue now, covered with the gooey dessert. Vaughn picked up the pie tin from his stomach and started to eat directly from it. The man stuffed his face into the tin and noisily gobbled up what was left of the pie. He tossed the empty tin away before Pepe waddled over carrying two triple cheeseburgers. The skunk climbed onto the bed with much effort and stood in front of the man's face. Vaughn opened his mouth just when Pepe shoveled the entire hamburger against his mouth. Vaughn opened his mouth and took huge bites before he realized that his mouth was stuffed with the burger. Vaughn swallowed most of it without chewing thoroughly; Pepe stuffed the other burger against Vaughn's mouth and he started to eat that one as well. The fat human being managed to eat both burgers in only thirty seconds. The skunk got off the bed and picked up more food from a cart: an entire rack of ribs smothered in barbecue sauce.

Pepe didn't even bother feeding the ribs to Vaughn. He just tossed them onto the man's bloated stomach and let Vaughn eat them on his own. He grunted and reached down, grabbing the saucy ribs from his abdomen. Then he opened his mouth wide and began to tear away at the meat and bones. As he ate, Vaughn's belly gurgled and visibly shook. Pepe le Pew smiled widely as he saw the rolls of fat gradually expand. He was getting fatter. The mephitid took several hot dogs from another cart and stepped onto the bed. Vaughn stopped eating his ribs so Pepe could shovel half a hot dog into his mouth. The man chewed very quickly again before he swallowed hard; Pepe jammed the rest of the frankfurter into the man's mouth. After he swallowed, Vaughn ravenously tore away at the ribs, getting sauce all over his face. Pepe put another hot dog in Vaughn's mouth, and after he swallowed, Vaughn focused on the ribs again. They repeated the process over and over until the hot dogs were all gone and nothing was left of the ribs except bone. Vaughn released a tremendous belch that almost made the skunk deaf before he exhaled and heard his tummy gurgle again.

The stomach expanded even further now. Pepe happily wagged his tail as he saw the human being gaining more weight. He had to have weighed over a thousand pounds now. But Pepe wanted him to be fatter, and fast. The skunk started grabbing anything he could carry from the carts and throwing it all onto Vaughn's stomach and head. The man grabbed a jar of pickles from his stomach and began to noisily crunch on all the vegetables. He wasn't even halfway done before Pepe got on the bed and pressed a meatball sub against his face. Vaughn dropped the jar, allowing all the pickle juice and remaining pickles to spill onto his chest and the floor. He began to devour the sub just when Pepe heard another gurgling sound coming from Vaughn's stomach. He looked down and watched as it bloated even further, and with much noise. The man belched again and his appetite grew. He started eating onion rings and French fries simultaneously, moaning as the greasy foods filled his mouth. Once he finished, Pepe went over and grabbed a two-liter bottle of soda. He tossed it up to Vaughn and watched as the giant man took off the bottle cap and drank right from the bottle. Pepe le Pew could see that Vaughn was backwashing, but Vaughn still didn't care. He drank from the bottle until every last drop was gone.

The blob burped deeply again before he discarded the bottle and begged for more food. However, what Pepe offered to Vaughn next was a very meal. He picked up a silver platter from one of the carts and held it up to Vaughn's face. The man only had to flare his nostrils once before he realized what was on the platter.

"And here's a special treat from moi!"

On the platter was warm pile of skunk shit. Vaughn could only stare at all the dark brown logs of waste, drooling as he breathed in the smell. Pepe took one of the logs from the platter and promptly stuffed it against Vaughn's mouth. Much to his surprise, he had no problem lowering his jaw and letting Pepe place the shit onto his tongue. Vaughn closed his mouth and chewed quickly. The bitter taste of the excrement was new for Vaughn, but it wasn't intolerable. In fact, he got used to the taste very fast. When Pepe offered another log to Vaughn, he snatched it out of Pepe's hand and stuffed the foul-smelling waste into his mouth. Pepe le Pew giggled to himself and got off the bed. He stared at the blob from a distance as he reached over and grabbed a fat glob of dung from the platter. Vaughn opened his mouth and stuck his entire hand inside, sucking on it briefly before taking it out. Pepe watched the man chew and smack on the fecal matter, his lips and chin covered in saliva, shit, and other bits of food. The obese human being kept placing Pepe's shit into his mouth until it was all gone, and his entire mouth was brown inside. The man let out a rotten belch before he groaned and felt his stomach grumbling. It expanded and churned again, but this time Vaughn could feel something that needed to be released fast.

Neither Vaughn nor Pepe le Pew was prepared for the monstrous fart that exploded from his anus. The chaotic sputtering noises filled their ears for several seconds and seemed endless. Even though the sound was muffled by the bed, they could still hear most of the din clearly. The entire floor shook as Vaughn's buttocks vibrated and the gas came out his asshole. It started out loud at first, but after some seconds it began to quiet down until it was only a high-pitched squeak. Then Vaughn felt his bowels churning again and his fart became deep and wet. The man groaned and waved a hand in front of his face as the putrid flatus poured out of his ass. Pepe wasn't even sure how long the outburst would last; the fart seemed endless, and it was only getting stronger as time passed. Suddenly, the gas died down and turned into a series of grotesque squishing. Vaughn was sharting all over the bed. Pepe le Pew actually plugged his nose when he detected the smell of hot slurry coming from Vaughn's behind. The man grunted twice before his fart became noisy again. Then everything suddenly went quiet. Pepe waited for a moment before he heard muffled crackling and squishing. Vaughn closed his eyes and exhaled quietly just seconds before a faint hiss crept out his ass.

"Whew…think I just messed the bed," muttered Vaughn.

The skunk shrugged. "We'll worry about it later. You still hungry?"

Vaughn nodded.

"Good! Cause zhere's a lot more food coming your way!"

The fat man opened his mouth once he saw Pepe le Pew pick up a German chocolate cake.

By the time Vaughn finished eating all the food, he weighed over a ton. The bed he sat on had collapsed beneath his immense body. The man was so huge that his head looked too small for his body, and his penis was nowhere to be found. The man practically filled up the entire room and was now completely immobile. At best he could wiggle his hands and feet. But the man was too big to even lift his arms now. Pepe or one of his servants would have to feed him his food from now on. The skunk sat on the floor, breathing heavily as he stared at the peach-colored mass of bones, meat and fat in front of him. Vaughn let out a gurgling belch before he groaned and panted heavily. He tried to sit up again, but lifting his head was too much of a workout. He lay where he was, staring up at the ceiling and various parts of his fat body.

"…I think zhat's all of it," concluded Pepe.

Vaughn belched again before he spoke. "All the food's gone?"

"Oui, but don't worry! My servants will be more zhan happy to fix us some more food."

Vaughn's eyelids began to feel heavy. "Don't stress over it. To tell you the truth…I'm actually…I'm tired…"

"You sure you don't want anozer pie, or some olives perhaps?"

But Vaughn's eyes were already closed. He was breathing heavily as he slept in the room, looking like a disgusting pig. Vaughn was so big that someone could jump up and down on his body and Vaughn wouldn't even feel it. He could barely even tell when he used the bathroom. The man had peed all over the floor when Pepe was feeding him but he hadn't noticed. All his skin and fat had soaked up the urine like a sponge. Pepe le Pew smiled as he stared at the sleeping blob and shrugged.

"I'll ask again later."

Pepe waddled out of the messy room and left the blob to sleep in peace. Vaughn had subconsciously begun to smile, dreaming about all the wonderful food that Pepe would feed him when he woke back up. He also unknowingly got hard when his mind wandered and he dreamt of Pepe filling his underwear again. Even if Vaughn was an immobile slob who weighed over two thousand pounds, he didn't care. His biggest idol had fallen in love with him, and now the two of them could be as fat and smelly as they wanted to be for the rest of their lives.