![]() ![]() ” Jeff gulped and then admitted “I don’t know if I’ll be a good “let go of those worries by letting them flow outīeen worried. You talk about your worries, imagine my fingers are taking them away.” Daniel Jeff supposed it wouldn’t hurt to talk to this guy. It will be taken away with my hands so you can let it go.” You let go of the things you are carrying. Pauses and rests his hand gently on Jeff’s shoulder. “What’s been bothering you?”ĭon’t want to talk about it,” Jeff said as he tensed up. It cause it’s about to happen to you.” Daniel began working hard on a knot on That hard to believe.” Jeff muttered as he felt his back being rubbed. When I first started my supervisor gave me this massage. Boy youĪre tense!” Daniel felt himself blurt out as he continued.Ĭarry a lot of weight in my shoulders.” Jeff admitted.ĭon’t you worry.” Daniel continued to work. Six pack or pert ass like some people do.ĭaniel reassured him as he began to massage his shoulders. Pear shaped man, but he didn’t worry about having a ridiculously hard to attain “I wish my butt was that pert.” Daniel joked. “Sorry”ĭon’t know what you have to be ashamed of,” Daniel wondered as Jeff lay on his I’ve massaged much less toned butts that that.”ĭaniel gestured to his muscled round butt cheeks. Jeff took his towel and put it aside, making sure to cover his privates withĭon’t have to be ashamed. “Just take your towel off and lay on the table. Growing obesity concerns in the nation, but he couldn’t refuse a great deal.Įntered to massage room and was greeted with “Hello! You must be Jeffrey!” the Stood for extra long, which he thought was a bit eccentric and insinuative with What lead him here at this day spa, he took the day off and with a coupon for aįree ‘XL Massage’ he hoped he could relax somewhat. Together, but Jeff felt like he was going to pop at any moment. He worked harder, was there for the wedding planning, However there was anĪnxiety that had welled within in him since he got engaged: he wasn’t going toīe a good enough husband. Looked like he had it all: looks, youth, muscles, health. The cockpit is a cacophony of grunts, wails, squelching, gurgling, and endless wet farts.The towel around his slim waist, Jeff looked in the mirror. A strong patch of turbulence thrashes them about and the somewhat quiet sounds from their ass grow into a loud bubbling as they uncontrollably tense their gut. They watch as the pilot's face scrunches up and a burbling noise gives away what they're doing. It's the most humiliating experience of their life and they wish their older co-worker weren't staring so intently at them.īut soon they're not the only one unloading. ![]() It slops over their belt like a mudslide, caking the outside of their pants while more gas and mushy shit bubbles within. They yell, the noise strained and guttural as greasy poop shoots out of their ass and flows up their crack. The co-pilot is the first to completely lose control. Their bellies feel like kegs of soda, shaken up and ready to explode into their pants at any moment.Īnd that they do. Endless bouts of turbulence threaten to shake loose their loads. The stench hangs so heavily in the cockpit you could practically cut the pungent air with a knife. ![]() Each time they're jostled violently their dirty holes involuntarily squirt shit into their underwear. It's way too embarrassing and they cry out in shame every time they lose control and a flubbering blast slips out of their bottom.Īs the plane quakes in the sky, their farts get wetter and wetter. Their young, doe-eyed co-pilot absolutely refuses to push out their farts, even as their belly balloons painfully. Too preoccupied with their work to worry about holding it all in. The older, gruff pilot drills their gas into the chair. Strong turbulence keeps them in the cockpit and they fight to keep the plane as stable as possible. Unfortunately for them, neither can run to the toilet. They're about half way through their flight when their bellies begin to whine and gurgle. Imagine a pilot and a co-pilot have both eaten meals that are past their prime. ![]()
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