Suddenly, you hear an enormous fart, the hall shaking, and turn around, seeing your father there, scratching his big belly and smirking at the two of you, "I thought I smelled somethin' cookin'." He nodded towards Luther, who chuckled bashfully, blushing, letting out a raunchy fart of his own.
"Pa, you didn't need to get up for that. Ya can smell Luther's shits from all the way across town!" You laugh, making your friend blush again, "D'awww, you flatter me. Your's smell WAY worse than mine do, Rus." Luther chuckles, shaking his enormous gut. "It's no wonder you're the alpha around here." Your father laughs too, "Well, you boys know we come from an especially odiferous lineage." He smacks his gut again to make it wobble, as he lets out a loud burp. "Ahhh, but from where I stand, I think you boys BOTH know I'm the smelliest one here." He flexes his fat arms and grunts, "I didn't come all this way just for a shit inspection. I needed ta' use the facilities myself." He waddles past the two of you, into the bathroom Luther just left flooded with his own piss and shit.
You and Luther look at each other, smirking, as your father blasts another huge fart, louder and wetter than before, right in front of the two of you. "Ugh, might wanna stand back boys, this one's gonna be big." The fat old lion shamelessly announces, as you and Luther see his hole start to widen, both of you blasted in the face with loud, raucous flatulence from the old lion man, before you watch in astonishment as a log wider than a watermelon starts to emerge from your father's hole. The stench is so bad it could peel wallpaper, but to you and Luther, it's a wonderfully familiar scent. The stench of a true man.
Your father grunts and groans, continuing to push as the massive turd grows longer and longer. You waddle up and grab his arm, steadying him as he starts to strain and push, Luther grabbing the other, the old lion's massive turd soon becomes a rockslide, as huge, heavy logs of shit are pushed out of his hole and onto the floor, joining Luther's massive mess in the process. The stench would cause an average human to faint. "Urgh, f-f-fuck! That's good." Your father continues to grunt and push, before finally an enormously wide and long log finishes the deluge with another loud fart. He pants, moaning and sighing, as a stream of piss like a showerhead blasts from his fat pad, splattering the floor. Still pissing, your father rights himself and stretches, "Aww, yeah, been holding that in the whole way up here." He grins, Luther whistling alongside you as you both stare at his mess, impressed.
"I don't know about you boys, but I'm starving. We should get something to eat." He says, continuing to piss without a care. "Hmm, not quite dad." You snicker, stepping forward, "Since you and Luther did it, I gotta join in on the fun too." Your dad chuckles, patting you on the back, "That's my boy." Luther beams, "Come on, show us what you got!"
You step over massive turds left in the floor by your compatriots, readying yourself and bracing against the doorframe, "Hold your noses, men, this is gonna get RANK." You chuckle, starting to push and strain too. You can feel it inside of you, a massive ton of shit, ready to be pumped out. You close your eyes and focus, letting out several nasty, foul-smelling farts, as your hole begins to widen to make way for
a monstrous ton of crap. You growl, then roar as turds that rival your father's in size, pure boulders of shit, erupt from your fat ass, plopping against the enormous mound of crap left in the bathroom, splattering against the walls. Meanwhile your cock blasts a massive firehose-fore stream of piss, hosing down the floor. You, Luther and your father's bare paws are now soaking in an unbelievable amount of stinking lion piss. It's so strange, familiar yet alien to you, but the sensation of shitting so much just feels so damn good.
Loud farts and wet plops echo through your apartment. You wouldn't be surprised if the whole complex could smell your collective mess from where they were. The smell of shit is inescapable, it was like a septic tank exploded. To you though, the odor was the best thing you ever smelled. You groan, shuddering, "Awwww yeahhh..." You moan, your eyes fluttering as you pump out the rest of it, letting out more farts and burps as you take a step forward, splashing in the flood of urine you just left. "Fuck that was good." You shudder.
"That's my boy!" Your father chuckles, patting you on the back, as Luther applauds, "Damn fine work there, Rus!" He grins and lifts a leg, ripping another fart, another huge log of shit coming out along with it and splashing down in the hallway. He groans too, "Ahhh... Whoops! Guess I still had some in there!" He laughs dumbly, fanning the air.
You turn around and look at the damage. The bathroom is so full of shit, the disused toilet and bathtub are completely buried in crap. It looks like a rockslide came down, there's a mountain of pure, stinking shit in the bathroom that rises as high as your waists. Luther cackles. "Damn, I feel sorry for the poor human bastard who's gotta clean THAT up!"
Your father snorts, "Eh, big deal. Never liked them human bathrooms anyway. Why does anyone need a place to take a dump? We can go wherever we want!" He says, punctuating it with another massive fart and belch, before scratching his belly again, "If any of yer' human guests complain, well I'd say shoveling it out is on them!"
"Can't see who'd want to clean up such a masterpiece though." Luther kisses a paw, "Just look at that, it's perfection!"
"You know how humans are..." Your father rolls his eyes derisively, waddling back down the hall, his big paws splashing in the flood of piss. "'Sides, I'm getting hungry. Bet you boys feel the same way?" You scratch your gut too, honestly you WERE a bit peckish after what you just did. "Ooooh, me too!" Luther waddles behind him, picking his nose with one paw and scratching his rear with another, "You coming Rus?" You smirk, nodding, "Sure thing, guys." You chuckle behind them, giving your own shit-caked ass a good scratching.