Let It Go
An otter decides to be stinky...on purpose.
Let it go
The weather could not be nicer. One anthro who noticed this surge of gorgeous weather was a brown otter named Jett. Jett was a swimmer, so he had thick muscles that took a lot of activity to maintain. Jett was, at the moment, stretching his legs under a tree in early afternoon, and the shade provided a nice environment for strenuous stretches.
Despite the comfort of the shade though, Jett was still getting sweaty from his workout. To compensate for his increase in body heat, he removed his shirt, showcasing a rippling six-pack and rock-hard pectorals. He removed his shoes and socks as well to relieve the heat on his feet. This, in turn, caused some musky steam to rise from his toes. Otters are naturally musky, so he just sighed at the cool feeling on his feet and wiggled his toes, causing the smell to intensify. Unfortunately, he was also running out of water and was getting thirsty fast.
"Looks like you could use a drink," called a voice from behind him. It was Dexter Bitt, a rabbit that Jett had beaten in a swimming contest. The rabbit offered Jett a sport drink from his side pouch, but unfortunately for Jett, Dexter was in the mood for some payback.
"Thanks Dex," said Jett taking the bottle and chugging it down. "I don't have time to talk though; I've got some serious training to do."
Dexter chuckled as he said bye and walked away, leaving Jett to his exercises...
Jett continued stretching and decided to do some toe-touches. The otter stretched his muscular arms over his head before bending over and touching his still-stinky toes. However, while the otter was stretching, he accidently released a shrill fart from his posterior. It was a bit musky and it caught Jett by surprise, but it wasn't the first time he farted while stretching; he was bending over after all.
Jett sat down on the grass to do some butterfly stretches. After the surprise fart from before, the otter expected his butt to let loose another poot. What he was in for though, was something a bit...wetter.
Jett grunted as he touched his feet together and stretched. With his teeth clenched and his muscles in action, he put a lot of strain on his lower body. Since his legs were spread, there was nothing to stem the oncoming flow. With a soft squish and an abundant poot, Jett sharted his undies,
It took a couple of seconds for the otter to realize the small mess he had made and all he could say to himself was "uh oh..." A gushing wave of diarrhea suddenly pounded against his tailhole, causing the otter to forcefully clench his sleek, brown butt cheeks. He clasped his bottom with his hands and moaned. The port-a-potties were a seemingly long distance away and some more liquid shit started to leak out of Jett's anus. The increasingly wet feeling in the seat of his undies was about to spread to his blue, nylon shorts, and it was all because the jealous Dexter slipped some laxatives into his drink.
With another grunt, the desperate otter surveyed his options before realizing the inevitable truth: he could not make it to the bathroom in time. However, things weren't all too bad. The nylon shorts were cheap, and so were the undies. Plus, the park wasn't that crowded and nobody he knew was there.
"I can't hold it..." whispered the otter through clenched teeth and a face-full of sweat, "This load's too big..." His tail slowly rose into the air as he took a squatting position, thus spreading the smell further.
A long, gurgling fart bubbled out of his wet anus and splattered more shit onto the seat of the otter's underwear. Then a smooth log gushed out of his rear and made a visible lump on his nylon shorts. The wetness in his underwear finally moved to his shorts, as a dark stain grew on the back and bottom of his shorts. The odor protruding from his ass grew even more.
Jett had never crapped himself before, so he did not know what to expect, but he found the feeling to be quite satisfying. The mess felt warm on his ass and genitals, and it felt nice too.
With that, the otter squatted even lower and let out a long coil of smooth feces descend from his rump, coating his brown cheeks with a second layer of brown. An outpour of brown mess piled up at the bottom of the otter's shorts Jett put his hands on his knees and sighed as the waste building up in his nylon shorts sagged. His shorts were also a little drippy from the wetness of the mess, and small droplets of poo fell upon the grass from his shorts. "Ahhh...so good..." Jett sighed as a bubbly, eggy fart escaped his rectum.
All the water Jett drank started to act up too, so Jett naturally decided to empty the tank in his bladder. He looked over to his left and saw the park's fountain. He saw the glimmering waters poor down into the pool below, making distinct trickling and tinkling sounds. Within seconds, his shorts were drenched with musky piss, and quite a bit of the urine ran down his legs and onto his bare feet. Enjoying the feeling of his piss, Jett wiggled his toes once again in his puddle of pee.
With another murky fart, the otter sat down in his mess, intensifying the foul aroma to the extreme. The loud farts became softer bubbles in his mess, and the otter continued to relax as his urine further coated his shorts with a dark stain. The lump in his pants continued to grow, and every part of the otter's pelvic area was coated in piss or poop.
With one last trickle of urine, another soft turd, and a trumpeting fart that smelled of bad cabbage, the otter sighed immensely and grinned. He looked back at the lump he made in his shorts and giggled at how big it was. With that, the otter stood up and flexed in pride. He got relief without making it to the bathroom, and it felt damn good too. His load still sagged in his pants and still dripped occasionally, but it wasn't that big of a deal anyway.
Dexter, who was watching Jett to see his reaction, was confused as to why the otter was enjoying the prank. To make insult to injury, Jett walked by Dexter as he left the park, and after taking one whiff of the otter's scent, Dexter fell down in disgust.