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Bernard remembers the day he got the job to work in the office; it was all thanks to his roommate. The boss hadn't heard about Taurs before and didn't know what to expect when a Beartaur of all things entered the room. She decided to give Bernard a chance and has only mildly regretted it since.

Bernard works hard to show his gratitude, but the Taurs where he comes from all have the same problem: they can't control their lower halves which act feral. Bernard's had to reprimand his own legs more than once, but he works extra hard to make up for it; even now he is working late in the office to the point that almost no one else is in the building. Of course, the main reason he's working so late is because his roommate is too and he didn't want to leave him all alone.

Taking a glance at the clock he sees that it's almost time to leave, he must have been too busy to notice. He stretches and logs off the computer glad to finally get out of the office, his guts been giving him trouble ever since he ate those leftovers before coming to work. If he remembers right, Ron, his roommate, said it had beans in it.

He adjusts his suit and tie, heads to the lift, and presses the button. His lower half immediately starts fidgeting around unable to stand still; it hates being in the lift while it's moving and he constantly has to calm it down. He'd use the stairs but he doesn't trust his legs to walk down them, so the lift it is.

The doors open and he looks inside to see that it's empty, which is good since it'd be a tight squeeze if he had to share it. He takes a step forward but stops when he accidentally drops his briefcase which opens up and spills papers all over the floor. Wouldn't be the first time he's dropped something. He hastily shoves everything back in and closes it, too busy to notice his roommate entering the lift.

With everything packed up he turns around and backs into the lift; because of his size he has to stand with his butt smushed against the wall. The lift is too small for him to turn around inside and he doesn't like the idea of backing out of it. Ron's face is wedged between Bernard's cheeks; Bernard doesn't notice, but his lower half does. He presses the button for the ground floor, the doors close while he brushes the dust off his briefcase but his lower half decides to get playful and blast a monstrous fart into his roommate's face.

Bernard's farted multiple times in front of people but ever since he learnt that the humans hate it he always apologises and has done so to numerous coworkers before when he's passed wind as they pass by. He's never understood why they are repulsed by something so natural and most of them understand that he can't help it since he literally has no control over his own butt. Thankfully, because it's late, almost no one is here, and when he smells the fart he notices that despite how loud and long it was it isn't very strong.

Hopefully no one is waiting when the doors open, but if they do they likely won't smell it. Normally he would complain, especially in such a tight space, but his stomach is uncomfortably bloated and chances are no one else will notice it, so when his lower half releases another whopper of a fart he doesn't say anything.

As for Ron his arms are trapped by Bernard's gargantuan butt and is unable to move as he takes another stinker to the face, the taste of spice and beans causing his eyes to water and his sinuses to burn. The foul smell causes him to cough which is a mistake as Bernard's anus seizes this opportunity and shoves itself into his mouth before letting it rip again.

Bernard is surprised that there's almost no smell from his constant gassing. In fact, after his lower half shifted, the smell is almost completely gone. Taking a deep breath he decides that there's no need to worry; plus Ron likes walking behind him -- he suspects the reason why is because of the view, but Bernard is used to walking around naked so he doesn't mind -- and he hates it when Bernard farts in his face. "Best to get it all out now then, fart as much as you like." He says while massaging his stomach, unknowingly giving his lower half the go ahead to not hold back on its playful torture of his roommate.

Ron feels his roommate's hind legs brace themselves as his starfish opens wide and explodes out a twenty second long wet meaty fart ending in a hiss. He feels his vision fading; his limbs are falling asleep. To top it off he's pretty sure he's almost completely lost his olfactory senses, which might be a good thing at the moment.

Sure Bernard has farted in his face before but never this much and never this close, the only reason he's fine with it is because they're friends and Bernard can't help it. If he wasn't worried about getting jumped as they turn a corner he would walk side-by-side with him; no one would want to mess with a Beartaur. He feels his own type of relief when the lift dings.

Finally the lift reaches the ground floor and the door opens; thankfully there's no one there. "Let's go." Bernard says, patting his stomach. To his surprise his lower half, which is usually eager to leave, refuses to even move. "Come on, what's wrong?" He asks looking back to see a hand sticking out from behind his bum flailing frantically. "Oh, I see."

"Come on, let him go!" He shouts quietly to avoid attracting the attention of any janitors or security that might be around, but his feet don't budge. He grabs his legs and tries to move them, but the only response is a fart from his rear which makes him realise why they didn't smell so bad and that whoever's back there has had to deal with them all point-blank.

"Okay, if that's how you want to play..." He says pulling up his sleeves and grabbing both sides of the doors trying to pull himself out. He can feel his feet slowly sliding out despite their attempts to resist; with one last pull he comes tumbling out of the lift. Standing up and brushing off his suit he sees that the poor victim is his roommate who is collapsed on the floor barely conscious; he lifts Ron up and places him on his back. His feral side trots home happily letting out more toots with each step while Bernard apologises profusely along the way.