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Lazmer spent the time with Megan fidgeting in her seats, desiring to get off but never getting the pleasure. Her hips were grinding into the coyote trapped inside them mercilessly yet the shark had no idea a tiny living creature was trapped in her metal time locked underwear. Then she suddenly farted on Lazmer again. The explosion of gas stung at him once more and he squirmed in his torment she was unknowingly putting him through. The shark perked in that moment, she felt good after doing that. It almost felt like something was rubbing her. Lazmer didn't realize it, but his feet were kicking against her swollen clit anytime she made him suffer. Experimenting, she would fart again. That tailhole somewhere behind her cheeks expanded and let go of more gag worthy air.

Lazmer's tight prison was filling with horrible stench he couldn't have nightmares about and it made him involuntarily twist about. He was pushing her buttons unknowingly, and she was learning that being a bit dirty felt good for some reason. She panted softly as she was feeling it now and decided to test this further. Taking a breath, Lazmer felt her whole body tense as she bared down. Those cheeks suddenly flape against his form as a long bubbling fart spewed out over his face.

Lazmer squirmed for release but he could barely move other then jabbing and hitting things hoping to get her to stop but it just went on and on. Damn those sharks and their huge digestive tracts. His struggles were pulling subtle moans from the Shark as soon Lazmer began to feel a thick puddle of her potent juices gathering around his legs. Lazmer was putting together what was happening just as that long fart finally ended. She was gasing on him which was getting her off. If he was gonna put this to an end he had to get her off.

Lazmer was quick to obey the desire of her body if it would get this foul stench to stop. He began wiggling his feet against that throbbing clit, and pushing his knee into her. What was his short term solution presented a long term problem however. As he pleased her, he was reinforcing that farting was arousing and that was only further solidified by the thrashing orgasm he just worked her into. That puddle of her nectar grew more, covering over his legs, hips and even his back when she sat down. The smell of her juices was thick and nearly as gag worthy as her foul gas.

With that action reinforced, Lazmer's day became far more severe. After hours of sitting and walking about going through her day. She would fall prey to her heat again, and her signal to the coyote she wasn't even aware of started with a bostorious forced fart. He became her little slave having to use his legs and feet to get her off anytime she willed it, or else he would be more and more pummeled with what seemed like an ever flowing source of bowel air.

The first day deeply hugged against the Shark's lower half ended in one last moaning climax from the shark. She had gotten off on him four times in total, and the pool of her essence was all around any part of him that wasn't sealed away between her cheeks. Her constant movements even smeared some of that nectar between them, just to give him a taste of what was a very rich fishy tasting essence.

That night was long, Lazmer attempting to sleep half buried in a sloppy ass of shark cum wasn't easy. He felt it all over him and it was matting his fur. It was worst when Megan rolled onto her back, all that thick essence ran to the back of her silk panties. Thankfully her round cheeks keeping his head prisoner kept the most of it at bay but when morning came that essence was starting to thicken, drying up and becoming a more stale mess.

The second day was notably worse than the first. Her scent had covered her panties thoroughly. All her secretions had the hot air heady. Lazmer was suffering in the choking air of musky, dirty shark. Still the shark was desiring to get off, and in her frustrated grinding she would resort to unknowingly blasted Lazmer was eye watering gas. The coyote swore each fart she laid on him was worse than the last and he was forced to get her off to make her stop. What was worst is that damn vixen apparently wasn't lying about how air tight these things were, the air pressure was growing with each expulsion until even Megan was feeling uncomfortable.

The tiger shark from above was fiddling with the metal underwear, tugging around on it. Lazmer could barely tell, it hugged against her curves so tightly it had no give at all. After a flustered filled twenty minutes of toying at the think, the fox suddenly felt the pressure being relieved. Megan had managed to tuck her flat stomach in enough to push her fingers against it and open an airway. Hot, musky air spliced with ass spewed out of the small leak and immediately Megan recoiled, her nose wrinkling.

"Wow, I like, stink bad." She noted.

Lazmer for once had to agree with her, the smells down here were absolutely foul and he had spent two days now living in it. He was however thankful that she bled off the pressure. It didn't relieve him of the stench, but it relieved that compacted air giving him a headache.

It was halfway through that second day that something different happen. The Tiger shark was fiddling with the metal underwear much more frantically.

"Oh come on, like just... come off.." She growled.

Lazmer had a bit of hope that maybe she would find a way to get them off but he knew those things were claimed around the base of her tail with a time lock. They just weren't coming off sadly. Not for another two and a half days, he was counting it very vividly. Then he found out why she was so frantic.

"Damn it. I gotta go." She huffed.

Lazmer froze, what did she mean she had to go? She best hold it, or she better be talking about having to go somewhere not on him! But he didn't have that luck. She suddenly went still, and then he felt it. Hot water pounding out into his groin. She was pissing on him, and her sigh of relief from above told him she was really trying to hold it until now. It quickly flooded out into his lap and around his body. It had little space to go and mixed with the thick essence already flooding her panties.

Lazmer's only hope was that her round cheeks would keep it away from his head. He could feel it filled up around her ass and it just kept coming. It couldn't find anywhere to go and soon it began to fill into the crack of her ass. His head was swarmed with golden hot urine and it just filled and filled until the pressure began to rise. Lazmer couldn't keep the tide at bay any longer.

The potent urine pushed into his maw and he was forced to drink her as she kept evacuated her bladder on him. Her urine was far stronger than any others he had tasted so far, the coyote felt ashamed having that knowledge but she was foul. This was the reason he didn't like sharks, a result of her holding her urine in for several days. All of that sea of piss was flooding into everywhere and it's only path was found through his maw. Lazmer spent ten excruciating minutes forced to swallow her piss.

"Like, I really needed that..." She sighed in relief.

Lazmer didn't, and he didn't realize that he was squirming roughly through all of that and it had reignited that swollen cunt in heat. Lazmer suffered through getting her off again while stuck in her sea of piss he still had to consume each time she jerked and bucked on his tiny form. After another ten minutes of her hitting another climax on him, he would find salvation in the strangest way from all that urine.

The tiger shark had to get on hands and knees in an overly large bathtub for sharks like her, and open that leak in the metal underwear against her stomach. But without any air to get in to replace the massive amount of liquid inside it just wasn't coming out. That's when she had an idea, to Lazmer's great shame. She took in a breath of air and then bared down with her stomach. A long, deep explosion of air blasted the coyote in the face. All the added pressure nearly squirt that piss out from her time lock underwear.

It took a few of her nasty farts in his face to clear out the most of the liquid. The shark also gagged a bit on the scent of her own ass when air started to escape.

"There, that should like, keep me good for the rest of the time this thing is on." She settled contently.

Lazmer wasn't so content, his prison had the sharp smell of urine mixed with shit air and shark musk. It was reminding him all too much of his toilet prison, even worse than it. At least he wasn't swamped in shit. The rest of the day wasn't any better, she went to the gym to keep her body in fit but had to wear some loose fitting sweat pants to hide the odd contraption stuck to her hips. This amplified the heat in her ass immensely, and with it came the salty sickly secretion of sweat.

After hours of twisting muscles grinding against him and being lost in what one might accurately call swamp ass, she showered off. Sadly her showers did nothing to help him, she didn't even bother trying to clean out beneath her metal underwear. Lazmer was left in a world of stink, as the shark's cunt had been self cleaning all this time and slowly secreting it's waste into his lap.

When night hit, she did her usual using him to masterbate on episode before knocking out. As she snored loudly filling his mind with her vibrations he became jealous how she was able to sleep so soundly while he struggled to even sleep an hour in her nasty ass. Her sweat was drying out leaving a nasty residue all over her ass he was trapped in. Yet the coyote eventually found sleep.

Lazmer was sharply awoken by a loud rumbling. He thought maybe a storm was raging on outside as he could feel it vibrating through his body.

"Oh gods... like this is totally not good." Megan panicked.

Lazmer tried to understand what was happening, his captor was in a fury, he could feel her clawing at the metal franticly. Another strong rumbled sounded from above, it sounded even closer then the first. Lazmer was still waking up, his lack of sleep must've caught up with him because he could tell she was standing, even pacing as a thunk thunk thunk came on wood.

"Like, Jess... I need your help." Megan called out.

The door was answered by that vixen. "Huh? You throwing in the towel on our dare Megan?" She teased.

"Like, It's happening. I can't have it happen in these girl. I tried to pry them off and I like, might've hit something." She admitted.

There was a pause for a moment until Lazmer heard that curse vixen again. "Ya, looks like you upped the time lock another two days."

"Two days? I can't like, go another two days girl. I gotta get them off now."

"I guess you'll just have to hold it or go."

Another deep grumble squelched within the Tiger Shark, and suddenly Lazmer was understanding what was going on here. The coyote thought perhaps due to her shark nature that ice cream and laxative didn't work on her, but apparently it just had a delayed effect.

"That ain't fair. Ya don't like, understand. I can filled a toilet three times over Jess! And I was suppose to go horseback riding today."

"Look, pull this off, you can still go horseback riding no one will know. And I'll wear them next to make up for this."

"... fine, but you like, do the full seven days." She huffed.

Lazmer couldn't believe what he was hearing, another 4 days in here and the shark was at risk of voiding all her contents in here with him at any moment. He pleaded for that shark to tough it up and hold it. It was a long shot but maybe a shark would take longer than a normal person. Lazmer's answer was a sputtering fart in the face, and that expulsion carried a shotgun splatter of shit.

The smell leaking from her ass was far more foul then any of her others. It was coming direct from that month old shit rocketing through her body. Lazmer was retching at the stench when another strong gurgle tore through the tiger. Lazmer freaked, shouting and yelling, rolling all about anything to avoid this fate.

"I'll see ya later Jess... but like, these things are gonna be bad to clean when they come off."

"It's alright Megan, we all shit. I'll take care of it when the time is up. It's the least I can do since I never intended them to stay on this long."

Accepting those terms, the shark made it back home but it was a shaky walk. She was fighting hard to keep her bowels shut but those strong squelches was tearing through her painfully. Yet for some reason, it felt also good. Lazmer was throwing a fit in her ass, and it was bumping against all the right places for the shark. Then a deep rumble hit just inches from the coyote. The tiger shark just got home and couldn't go any further.

"Oh gods, like here it comes..." She panted.

Lazmer was screaming but his cries couldn't be heard, nor was the shark aware of him in the slightest. There was no reason left for her to not squat right there, holding Lazmer firm in place as she succumb to her nature. With her now squatted, he could see that wrinkled asshole. It was like staring down a loaded cannon ready to explode. He saw how it was bulged out straining to hold back a tide of shit, and to her will it spread open.

Lazmer couldn't even put his hands out to try and stop it, they were pinned at his sides from her tense cheeks. He could only stare in horror as that huge pillar of shit slowly made its way towards him. It was colossal, and it looked packed hard with how long it was festering inside her. The semi truck of shit crawling out between her cheeks and it paused an inch from his face. The smell of her shit so close to him was so foul his entire body immediately tensed in a forced gag. Then he heard Megan's final parting words.

"Like, this is gonna test these to their max. But it feels so good." She panted.