"Well sure ya can! All ya had to do was ask you goof."
Jack chuckles, pulling his shit and pre smeared paw out of your pants, leaving you whining a bit in need. He reaches over with that arm to his other side, where the peanut butter jar had wedged between his fat ass and the middle of the couch cushion. The musk of his unshaved, unwashed armpit wafted over to you, reeking heavily of BO and onions. Oddly enough, you kind of wanted to smell more of his underarm smell, as nasty as it was. Without even realizing it, your face had leaned in closer to that exposed, sweat-drenched pit, until you were close enough to just lick it...
"Yo dude, you want this peanut butter or not?" he asks, snapping you out of the musk-induced trance. You coughed, still embarassed by your actions despite the fact that he obviously didn't care. You were so wrapped up in your emotions that you hadn't even noticed your nose growing out from your face, rounding out into a fat black snout perfect for taking bigger whiffs of your roomie's odorous bod. Instead, you nodded, opening your mouth to give a verbal reply, but interrupted when Jack shoved his fingers into your mouth. The taste made you gag, he hadn't wiped his hand off after digging around in your soiled undies, and it had contaminated the wad of peanut butter he scooped, making it more bitter and nutty than it should have been. You coughed it up at first, the overwhelmingly rotten flavor too much for your still human tastes, but Jack tsked you, chastising you for wasting perfectly good food, and shovelling it back in your mouth once again. This time, he made sure you swallowed, the lumpy, sour substance sticking to your throat on the way down. It was even harder to keep the chunk from escaping your throat a second time when you looked to see him scoop another handful from the darker innards of the jar, before smearing it over his lips and chewing it noisily.
"It'sh not that bad man, quit bein' shuch a baby."